Sam forced a tense laugh. "Yeah, you're telling me. Before all this training camp stuff, this place was usually pretty dead. Never even saw a customer come in and outta here in all the times I've visited." It was a salvage yard, sure, but Sam hadn't seen much salvaging going on. Of course, he only usually came around when they were focusing on an extremely important hunt. When that happened, things generally tended to get pretty crazy. Bobby didn't exactly have the time (or patience, for that matter) to be dealing with any lousy car talk. Lousy, yeah. Because Sam really didn't care about cars that much. It was a means of transportation, not something to be gabbed and worshiped about like some people seemed to believe. People like Dean, for example.
"You could probably talk Bobby into loaning you one of his cars, if that's any consolation. Could go drive around town or something. Get outta here for a couple hours." He had considered doing so himself, but Sam didn't think he'd know where to go if he tried. Would probably just end up driving in circles until he felt it was time to get back. Maybe. "He's got tons of spares around here. 'Course, whether or not those spares are actually drivable is another story entirely..."
The place was a junkyard, after all. He didn't think that Bobby had more than one or two vehicles on the property that were worth anyone's time. Another reason as to why the place was usually so dead.