One of my first automotive loves was a 1961 International Scout with All-Wheel Drive and the slant four. This was in the mid 'seventies and the car was about worn out, but it NEVER stranded me; it always started and got me home.
The worst thing about it was that the o-ring in the master cylinder of the hydraulic clutch kept blowing; but all I had to do was wait for the traffic to die out, so I could drive it home without the clutch and replace the o-ring.
After a little of this, I got to the point where I could start out in first gear/low transfer, manipulate the three-lever shift through its paces, and end up doing fifty-five in third/high, and then go back down to first/low again, without touching a toe to the clutch. It helped that only second and third were synchroed.
I was so PROUD of myself!