I had one, a Mk. 1, that my dad rescued from the local tip. He handpainted the frame in a pale metallic blue. The gear selector shroud was broken so he replaced it with the dummy one from my old Tomahawk.
Also, on the Mk. 1's, the handlebars were bolted into the stem (they were welded on the Mk. 2), and on mine the thread had worn out on the stem bolt, making it impossible to tighten shut. Didn't bother me, I just used to pull the handlebars downward, and in that mode it was almost a recumbent.
I was forever having gear chains stolen. They were like diamonds in those days to thieving little scals.
I used to ride it round our estate for hours, and hours, and hours. Then I grew out of it, and lusted after a 12-speed Puch Free Spirit in a pearlescent pale grey colour in John Geddes's shop window. I might as well have been after a ticket to the moon, for all the chance I had of ever getting it.