My father had a Panther sloper (it replaced a BSA sloper) that he put a chair on when he got married. Eventually had to get a car when kids came along. Unfortunately he sold the Panther

as he thought it was too heavy to go around the paddocks on the dairy farm. I supposed it would have been destroyed before I was even old enough to have a go.
I remember when I visited my grandmother in Hamilton (Vic) in the late 60s that the butcher and milkman still used a horse and cart. The horses knew where to go so stopped and started while things were delivered. Gee, makes me feel a bit old!