We had a Sherpa at one time called Van the Man. Painted matt black and having an MOT by the skin of its teeth, The Mystery Machine it was not.
Across the top of the main interior section, was a kind of cross-bar - known as The Trophy Bar, and as time progressed, it became festooned with, shall we say, 'women's dainties'. Now our drummer had a live-in girlfriend of whom he was very proud. He bought her some fancy lingerie and went on and on about it. One night we picked him and her up in the van and headed for a gig. Unbeknownst to either, while I had engaged them in conversation in their kitchen, our guitarist had galloped upstairs, into their bedroom, found her underwear drawer and purloined aforementioned lingerie. After the gig, they were proudly flying from the crossbar, much to the amusement of guitarist, keyboard player and me - a couple of others were around scrounging a lift home. The drummer saw these and went ballistic. I'm laughing as I type this. God know how they reconciled after that event. Great days. đ