At a Halloween party, I met a guy dressed like John Lennon. He was having a good time and was effusively affectionate. We particularly hit it off when he asked me what kind of musical instrument I played and I showed him my berimbau. We took turns jamming and singing, accompanied by a girlfriend. I promised to give him a ride home at the end of the evening, so we were the last ones to leave the party. He asked if I thought we could make a good band, and I said yes, I thought we would make an awesome coffeeshop trio. He asked if I thought he sung well, and I said yes, better than me.
We walked to my RV, and when he saw it he suddenly turned cold and said "I won't be riding with you then", and walked off into the night without another word.
Friends don't let friends have RV phobia.