We used to do motorbike racing along with a couple of friends. One weekend we all camped at Cadwell Park. It was March and very windy. We took our small and much used frame tent, put the bike in the outer tent and slept snug as two bugs in a rug in the inner tent, despite the weather.
Our friends, laughing at our namby-pamby frame tent, convinced it wouldn't last the night in the high winds, decided they would store their bikes in the van and spend the night in a borrowed ridge tent. Thing was, neither of them had used it before and they had no idea of how it was supposed to go together. They managed put it up after a fashion and several pints of the local brew, after which we all retired to bed.
When we looked out the following morning, their tent was in a heap, draped over their motorbikes. As we watched, they staggered out of the back of the van having spent a most uncomfortabe night in it. It appeared their tent had blown down in the night, so they had relegated the bikes to what was left of it and spent the night in the van.
Funny, they never camped over after that weekend.