I had one also ... except it was a 1965. Bought it while living in
Zion, IL when I was attending the Navy ET schools for 2 years.
I rode that thing year round, from our apartment in Zion to the Navy base
and back, even in snow storms. Mrs.E. had our car (a 1970 Fiat Sports
Coupe) because we had a then young daughter and she needed transportation.
Traded the SuperHawk for a Honda 350 when I received orders to Puerto
Rico. We rented a house off base and within a month a guy walked up our
driveway one day, looking at the Honda 350. He spoke Spanish of course,
and I couldn't completely understand him. But then he pulled a wad of
bills out of his pocket, peeled off $600 of them and offered them to me
while pointing at the bike. I gave him the keys and waved goodbye.
My buddy riding his Super Hawk over near San Quentin prison one day, lose
of control and lays down the bike. Slides to a stop a foot from the front
of a CHP car. Cop did not even give home a ticket for stupid driving. Did
recommend he slow down a bit. Your story of selling the bike reminds me of
selling my dune buggy. Was in the driveway one day and guy stops and asks
if it is for sale. Said how much did he offer. I decided it was for sale.