Oh! Clydesdales, even more classy than my Morgan, but I'd be more capable of controlling the car than just one of those magnificent horses. I'm just old enough to remember them pulling the drays loaded with barrels of beer to the local pub. Apparently, my grandad used to stand on the street with his shovel and pail, waiting for something good for his roses and tomatoes. Now that's far more useful than what cars leave behind.