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.