Wayyyy back when I was getting ready for my first car date, my dad was a nervous wreck and told me "He better treat you like a lady, he better have you home on time. ... And he better not show up in a van."
Ten minutes later the longest Dodge Tradesman panel I've ever seen pulled up in front of my house. "There better not be a bed in the back of that thing."
It's a very good thing Jerry Van Riper was a courteous and respectful young man who marched right across the living room to shake hands with my father and promise he'd have me home by 11:00 ... or chances are really good that I'd have been shipped off to a convent. :-D