I find it makes me reflexively reach for my wallet. I am never so Pavlovian as when the Ice Cream Truck goes by.
Yep, me too! Conjures up such fond childhood memories. The sound of summer, for me.
We convinced my son they were just Music Trucks and that they traveled the neighborhoods in the summertime to bring music to anyone who didn't have a radio.It worked for about a year and a half, but one day he came to me with a frown and said, "I want to SEE the music truck." He could read at that point, so I knew the gig was up. :-D