Have Chop Shop, Will Travel

I came home from breakfast and the old blue car that had been sitting across the street for months, without moving, was being taken apart by two industrious men.  The car couldn't be driven to the junkyard and a towing fee was out of the question, so the "chop" guys came to the car.  By mid-afternoon, this was what the skeleton looked like.

Working with nothing more than a small crowbar, a mallet, a hacksaw and a sledge hammer, by evening all that was left sitting on the street were the two ripped up seats.  Everything else had been carted away in pieces.