Loved my 66 B even when wacking my starter motor with a tire iron  (dead spot) at 5:45 am on the way to rowing at Leander Club, Hamilton Harbour. Across the prairies , over the mountains and back again. Not a spot of trouble. When the floor; rusting out as it was, put my arse more in touch with the pavement than was comfortable.......time to go. Think I paid $600 for it in 73. Now when I see a similar vintage-? I look at them longingly.