In Pure Floyd, I was the only bugger who worked for a living (l), so when we needed a van (because hiring them all the time was taking most of the gig money) I said I would get a van provided the band paid towards the running costs. Fair play, the drummer (who needed the most room, along with the PA) was quite diligent in paying. It was always a PITA to get anything out of the other two.
In fact the main reason why I quit the band (apart from the fact that it had mostly run its course) was the guitar player (awesome Gilmour clone) expecting to be picked up, but…
I’d leave my house and text the band that I was leaving. ETA to Swansea (where the band was centred) 90 mins from my house
I’d stop for a comfort break at start of M4 motorway and drain some of the excess caffeine ), and text them again. ETA to bass player’s house, 10 mins, ETA to guitar player’s flat 20 mins.
Get to bass player’s house, and he’d literally be at the door waiting for me, and leaping out, bass in hand, as I was pulling up - just as well as you’d usually have to double park around there, as it was close to Swansea City football club. Would text guitar player again to say ten mins
Get to his flat and the bugger still would not be ready!
I just couldn’t take it any more. Awesome Gilmour clone that he was, so you put up with a lot of shit, you will get to the point where it is not worth the aggro. And I got there in the end!
So when the band reformed a few years later as Welsh Floyd, I refused to have any involvement in transporting band members about or carrying their gear, other than by arrangement with the folks who I knew would be punctual.