I haven't seen, or more appropriately 'heard' an ice cream van around the neighbourhood in yonks.
I have really fond memories of hot summer days, playing out in the street or a park, or over at a mate's place, and hearing that unmistakeable sound of a Mr Whippee van.
I'd join about two dozen other kids in chasing him down the street to get him to stop so I could get an ice cream. If I had enough money it was one with a flake. If I was really cashed up, it was flake+chopped nuts+hundreds and thousands.
I reckon we didn't get fat from eating ice cream because of how far we had to run to catch up to him