Went by the scrap yard today. There sat a very ragged out Super C. All four tires completely rotted away. Everything appeared to be there, just looked like it had been sitting outside for a hundred years. This was the third one I have seen there. The first two came in last summer about a month apart. They were in great shape but the guy unloading them with the trachoe thumbs crushed the life out of both when he picked them up right in the middle. Crushed fuel tank. Busted starter. Broke floor plate, and bent steering shaft. I asked him why he did it. He leaned out of the trachoe cab and spit backer juice on the ground and said, "It's all scrap to me."