But because there are two I can combine the original parts from both of them to get one that has all the trappings of the original Spartan. And the other one I can modify however I want to. Somehow preserving all the parts to be used on the other one made me feel ok about trashing the other one.
I emailed both the sellers and said I'd take the Spartans. I mailed the man in Blountstown a check for $500 as a downpayment and to cover delivery.
Then I had to clean up my shed. Here's where I wanted to put the Spartan.
|Before. That stack of 1x6 T&G pine is bigger than it looks.
I will use all of it up in the Spartan project.
|Where the stuff went when I moved it.
|This used sheet metal I was saving got put out in the woods.
I need to just take it to the recyclers.
|Clean empty half a shed. Ready for a Spartan!
|While I'd been out of town in Austin for a year and a half
my skylight in the shed started leaking.
|So I replaced it. (Paint cans for weight while silicone cures)
|I won't see this side again for a while.
|My shed is obviously bigger than my house too but
that never seems to bother me. The way things are.
It is sort of a problem that it's only got three wheels. My mechanic in Tallahassee is on a mission to find me a fourth one that will fit. The Shed Spartan has the same hub as an old Ford. It takes a wheel with 5 x 5" spacing with a 4" center hole and 4 windows. It takes bolts instead of having threaded studs sticking out. The other Spartan was like a Chevrolet or Toyota, 6 x 5 1/2". I don't know why Spartan changed the hubs and wheels between '49 and '51.
For the other one I drove to Havana to take a check in person. I gave her $1040 to cover having somebody tow it to my house. It only had to go 20 miles on two lane backroads through rural Florida and Georgia. When I went to pay for the Spartan I got a better look at some of the things I was confused about from my subsequent research. Like, why did it only have two wheels with the other Royal Mansion had 4?
|This explains it. The second axle was there and is just... not anymore. The Seller swore she could tow it like that.
|Here's the one remaining axle
|I also managed to snatch the front door open to look at the
serial number of this one.
More in the next post about how I got ready for the delivery of the 1951 Spartan.