Nice little bike, but really too small for highway riding. I bought it from my dad with summer earnings and rode it in college (Pullman) for a year before I had the Falcon over there. It broke down 100 miles out of town and I had to hitchhike back, find a friend with a truck, and go back and find (in the dark) the ditch I'd parked the bike in before it got stolen or vandalized. My brother later rode his bike over and fixed it. Disgusted by its betrayal, I sold it that summer and used the money to purchase my first real computer. (Probably a darned good trade at the time.)
That's my mom on the back in the photograph, from one of my parents' road trips when the bike was new.