I guess Tim and I are a good match, or at least sick in some of the same ways, because some time ago I developed a need for a vintage trailer; think Airstreams and "canned ham" styles like Scottys and Shastas. Actually, think Shasta exactly. You know, the ones with silly shiny wings at the back? Aluminum outside, warm wood inside, not a lot in between? (My father-in-law, a premium motorhome guy to his dying day, used to refer to them as "a bag of sticks.")
I admit, they're crap, but they're cute, they're small, they seem like a good-sized project, and once I'm done I can go camp in the woods with a fluffy bed and a refrigerator for my beer. And Tim's on board, bless him.
We found our candidate last summer, and thanks to Aussie Steve we got it picked up in Indiana and back on the road so we could bring it home to Florida. It's a 1962 Shasta 16SC (16-foot "Self Contained"). Here's what it should look like:
Ours does not. After the trailer waited all year for the Tornado and Mini to move out of the shop, we finally started tearing it apart last month. Here's where it's at today:
Skin is off, inside is gutted, and we're starting to repair the rotten wood.
Project plan is to basically resto-mod it, bringing it back to original appearance--no glamping, ugh--but with some upgraded amenities tucked away, like modern water and electrical systems, and a slightly expanded bathroom since Tim literally does not fit in the original one. When it's done, we'll pull it behind the Edsel and be complete dipE36 M3s. We'll do a little feature in Classic about it as well as the trailer scene, but this one is pretty much for our personal enjoyment.
I'll update as we make progress. Right now, Tim's on his way to Panama City to pick up some new birch plywood panels. Yay! We've already learned a lot of new terms; my least favorite is "screw nails." Google it--they're evil incarnate.
Margie