Reprinted from craigslist.
I'd keep this bad boy if I had someone to ride it with. A buddy. A Doublemint twin. My dearly departed trained poodle Hector. But it's too painful looking behind me and only seeing the traffic I'm holding up honking and flipping me off.
Hector and I spent many a day riding this beast to Petco and the opera. We'd fill the wire basket with soup bones or a papier-mache cat piñata and see how fast we could go on the original Schwinn speedometer. One time flying down the face of Mont Tremblant we skidded abruptly to avoid a baby moose crossing the trail and popped the brake pad off, which is why it's missing from the front fork.
The bike appears to be from the early 70's, judging by the sweet nuthuggers in the ad above. It needs some TLC, but don't we all?