I did a bad thing. Well, maybe not bad, but probably ill-advised. I bought another trailer. A Spartan, naturally. I am not exactly sure what happened. It was all so fast. One minute I am casually scouring the Internet for vintage trailers and the next, I am bidding on a 1948 Spartanette…in Pennsylvania, no less. I was kind of fooling around at the time, surfing the web and lamenting via text with a fellow Spartophile* the increasing scarcity of these gems, when BOOM I am actually bidding on Ebay. Initially it was a throw-away bid, ridiculously low and, as it turned out, below the seller’s reserve price. So, my curiousity getting the better of me, I bid again and again, ever-upward in search of that reserve. I found it with a bid I figured would never last. With 3 plus days still to go, I was sure I would be out bid. So I waited and watched, going about my business, confident that I would not be making the drive to Clearview, PA anytime soon. Well, by yesterday afternoon my bid was still on top. In fact, mine were the only bids registered. How could that be? What was I overlooking? Had I made a terrible mistake? These thoughts raced through my mind as I pulled my truck to the curb to watch Ebay and see if my bid remained as time elapsed. Suddenly, at the stroke of 6:32pm PDT I received an email, “You won!”. Holy crap…now what? As I now type these words, it is the morning after.
There is a suffix of Greek origin called “itis”. Wikipedia describes it as a “reference to a tendency or state of mind that is compared to a disease.”. Commonly, it is found in medical parlance. Like diverticulitis, for example. It is similar to the suffix “ism” (e.g. alcoholism) which denotes a pathological condition, among other things.
When I lived in Seattle I owned a boat. I met other boat owners, a mildly twisted breed, and became familiar with a term called “two foot-itis”, a disease whereupon you lust after a boat two feet longer than your current one. Naturally, as boats get longer they get wider and with that girth comes more stuff – furnishings, electronics, doohikies and doodads galore. The attendant cost increase is non-linear. Before I pulled the trigger on a 35′ live-aboard I was spared a total manifestation of this illness by moving back to California. Whew!
As I reflect upon this notion of itis, I realize I have suffered from other such afflictions in my life. In high school my quasi-obsession was stereo equipment and I suppose the medical term for that was “watt-itis”, a never-ending quest for louder and more pristine fidelity. That particular infection ended with 200 watts per channel, the shifting priorities of marriage and a minor, though noticeable, hearing loss.
I guess I should have seen coming this recently contracted case of traileritis. It was predictable but came much sooner than practical. I have so much more work remaining on Sparta. How will I get this Spartanette to California? What is her actual condition? Where will I put it? Details better left to the unafflicted…
*I think you can blame the 1911 Britannica for that one. Or an extreme Spartophile. –Akhilleus (talk) 07:31, 24 February 2007 (UTC)
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