…our yet un-named trailer.
After an extensive search, that included pretty much all of southern Ontario, Kevin and I purchased a 1950’s Layton tin trailer. I believe this type of trailer is referred to as a “canned ham” trailer, however, I find that repulsive, and will not ever be tricked into typing that again.
We drove 5 hours (EACH WAY) to a small town named Alvinston, Ontario to meet with a gentleman named JR. Not Jr, but JR. He lead us around to the rear of his home where we are met by a rather large barn/garage and NUMEROUS old cars in different states of repair. There’s a fire in an old barrel and an old swing set with tire swings. There is very surprisingly no dog. He pauses as we pass a rusty old VW beetle. “Just got this beauty for nothin’” he states as he pats the roof. We turn the corner of the massive garage/barn and there she is. “I LOVE HER!!” I whisper to Kevin while jumping up and down. “Be quiet, or we wont be able to barter.” I’m giddy with excitement, however try to put my best game face on as we explore this 70 square feet of musty smelling LOVE.
“Do you love her?” I whisper to Kevin as he examines the bottom of the trailer, looking very intently with a flashlight, because remember, we drove 5 HOURS to get here, and its now 9:30pm. He flashes me his best STFU look.
JR tells us that the trailer was actually his late fathers (insert chest tug) and has been in his barn for at least 15 years. “The wife” has been at him to get rid of it, as it is cluttering up the barn. Finally, as we look over the inside for the 3rd time and JR finishes his 4th or 5th beer while filling us in on his life story thus far, Kevin turns to leave, I turn to follow him out as JR asks what we think. Kev is silent, I’m BURSTING. I dont care about talking this beer guzzling, car hoarding, tow truck operating man down $1. As far as I’m concerned he’s not asking enough. JR looks right at me. “I LOVE HER! SHE’S PERFECT! I LOVE THE WINDOWS, THE LITTLE PLAQUES ON THE OUTSIDE, THE ADORABLE TOWING THING ON THE FRONT AND THE SHAPE!! IT’S EXACTLY WHAT I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR!!”
“Jesus Kim!” But I don’t care if he’s angry, I literally couldn’t control myself. I was panicked that Kevin was going to try and low ball JR and he would get insulted and ask us to navigate ourselves off his extensively littered property.
But that didn’t happen, after some strategically placed pauses for thought and, let’s be honest here, dramatic effect, we agreed on a price. $1600 bought us our little beauty.
Once the boys were as excited as I was (well, somewhat), Kevin and JR hooked my baby up to the truck, did something to make the brake lights/signals work and off we went to begin our 5 HOUR journey home.
As we drove, we were both we excited to see the signal lights on the sides working, Kev loved the light towing and we chatted about our BIG FREAKING PLANS for her!