Around and around

God has a strange sense of humor.  No sooner had I come to terms with buying my ’48 Spartanette on impulse and adding to my trailer projects, then this shows up:  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  Driving to a catering gig not 5 miles from my Spartan home, I spotted a beautiful 1960 Spartan Carousel, the holy grail of trailers.  At ten feet wide and fifty long, this magnificent specimen of trailer excess and over-the-top American whimsy called my name, imploring me to stop.  Stop I did, despite my running late for the wedding, I had to see her up close.  I pulled over and, leaving the engine running, ran over to have a look.  She was beautiful – a perfect restoration candidate – good skin, all fixtures intact and requiring just enough work to be affordable.  The next day I went back and had a closer look.  I also left a note, letting the owner know I was interested in buying his/her Spartan.  I waited patiently for the call while considering which assets to liquidate to purchase this rare find.  The sickness had me in its clutches.  I was helpless to resist.  The phone remained silent.

Alas, last night I passed by the lot, only to find her gone.  Poof!  As quickly as she had appeared, she had disappeared.  I suppose it is for the best, but I may never have such an opportunity again.  I dare you.  Go online.  Google “Spartan Carousel”.  See what happens.  In the unlikely event you find a restoration candidate for sale, buy it.