Indeed. Everyone loves a day trip to the seaside in a charabanc. I can just see them rolling up their trousers, knotting their handkerchiefs and dining on winkles. Tuppeny ice anyone?
The head of Berlin's Homicide squad in the Weimar period was an imposing fellow who weighed in at around 20 stone. He had a specially sprung 6 wheeler sedan which had a mini crime lab set up in the boot.