Back in the early 1970s I had a 1964 Ford pickup with straight 6, column-shift 3-speed manual, bench seat, basic rubber floor mats, wing-vent windows. The original radio had been replaced with a decent AM-FM unit.
Ran like a top. Even when some little problem came up repairs were easy and parts were dirt cheap and available anywhere. Climb right into the engine compartment, plenty of room to get to anything. 2-wheel drive, not ideal for Colorado winters but a good set of tire chains kept me going through some rough storms.
My truck was in constant demand by everyone I knew or worked with. Pick up a new appliance, haul landscape materials, moving day for a co-worker. All I ever asked was that the truck come back with as much gas as it had when you borrowed it (hey, at 35 cents per gallon you could fill it up for a few bucks).
The inevitable day came. My buddy called, very apologetic, explaining that while he was helping his sister move her furniture another driver blew a red light and T-boned him in an intersection. Other driver had no insurance, of course (I carried liability only, old beater truck that probably wouldn't sell for $500 in those days). The tow truck operator arranged a final resting place in a boneyard, enough to cover the towing bill.
I still get a little nostalgic when I see a good old 60's model Ford pickup on the road.