Apparently, suburban sprawl forced the whole shebang to be moved further west a few years ago. It really needs the space. I can't imagine it would be nearly as fun surrounded by a bunch of condos. Maybe they'll just keep moving it.
Our friend Claire — who has family from Amarillo — remembers when the cars were first buried and they were still their original showroom colors. Over the years, they've been grafitti-ed over, which seems to be encouraged. There's a mini dumpster for the empty spray cans by the gate, and the whole thing is apparently repainted a single color every few years now, to give visitors a fresh start to make their mark. Of course, we did our bit too.
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