Yes, my old rally-spec Ford Anglia blew its clutch one Sunday afternoon in Savernake forest in Wiltshire (when I was up to no good). I got it back to her place OK but then had to drive back to Norfolk that night.
I was doing alright at avoiding stopping till a bloody copper stepped out in front of me in Buckingham and flagged me down. Blown tail light (spotted by his mate at the other end of the high street as I limped past).
When I asked him for shove to get me going again he wouldn't believe you could drive with no clutch but to his eternal credit he did shove me off and with a cheery wave I was away. They don't make em like that anymore. Coppers I mean