Kai Pfaffenbach / Courtesy Reuters Old cars are pictured at a junkyard near Frankfurt, Germany, September 2, 2009.
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The Reincarnation Machine

From Cars to Skyscrapers, Indiana to Shandong

That scrapyard smell is strong, even when you’re driving in an air-conditioned pickup. I’m seated next to Dave Stage, the affable manager of OmniSource’s immense scrapyard in Fort Wayne, Indiana, and he’s giving me a brief driving tour of the facility, along with my soon-to-be wife, Christine, in the jump seat. This is a first for me: I don’t usually take anyone on reporting trips. But if we’re going to marry, then Christine needs to know why I like all this scrap so much.

Dave slows to point out stacks of junked Coke and Pepsi vending machines. There must be hundreds. “Most of them still have fluorescent bulbs and refrigerator compressors that we have to pull out,” he says. Both items contain hazardous materials that need to be recycled elsewhere. “After that, we shred them.”

I look back at Christine. “In the automobile shredder.”

She flashes me an annoyed look meant to convey that, yes, she knows.

But I know she doesn’t: until you’ve seen your first auto shredder, you can’t.

Dave parks the truck at the office, and we step into a hot, yellow brass sun. All around me I hear the groan and crunch of scrap-processing equipment at work, turning ordinary objects into raw materials. “You’ll need these.” Dave hands us hard hats, safety glasses, and orange vests.

There are two piles of scrap steel in front of us, both roughly two stories tall. The one on the

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