Don't forget the RVs.
Four people in a car(or less). One has an RV on the east side of town.
"Darn. Not at home." "Hey. I got one, but it's on the west side." "That's okay, we'll get it." 30 minutes later, "Darn, said he didn't want em anymore." "What about you? you got any?" "Yea, over on the east side. Sorry I didn't mention it before." "That's okay, we'll get it anyway." 30 minutes later, "Darn, he aint home." "Oh, look. Times up. Gotta go to McDonald's."
Mini-vans were good and bad for service. Good points: Eight people to a van. Work out in the country. You might get two doors for the day. Bad points: Mini-van full of JWs pulls up in a suburban neighborhood. Eight dubs jump out. Looks like a SWAT team jumping out ready for action. "hut-hut-hut-hut-hut-hut" The service leader pointing in all directions as he directs the team to the doors. Dubs breaking up into teams of two attacking, er, calling on, each house within sight. Then, just as quick, they jump back in and speed off (well, as fast as a Caravan can speed anyway) to the next street.