Ahh, my misspent youth- right there at the curb. I owned a succession of these, from a 1962 model to 1970. The motorcycles and campers it carried, the adventures. Wonderful. The friends I moved, and moved... and moved. Ohhhh, cold and drafty, noisy and rattly, hmmm, manual steering and brakes, 3 on the tree, drum brakes, beam front axle... hmmm.
Nice to look at but he can have it.