I had one of those when I was an engineering student! Accelerate up into top gear (3rd), then never change the cone leather clutch again until you stopped. You could count the piston strokes by ear as it slowly climbed steep hills. Of course, there was the Rising Floor, as the body slowly sank when the bottom of the sides rotted, and the steering, which made for an oscillating path down the road. Buying it from a scrapyard, fixing the worn kingpins for MOT, passing the MOT (despite having to hit a rear lamp to get it to work, and the battery falling out of its 'box' and dripping acid on the forecourt), tax for a few months, and student union insurance, cost me a total of £25 in 1969.
Them wuz the days...