It's still like that, it's total car culture here. The highways are lifelines, most spend an inordinate amount of time in mind numbing traffic. I don't follow that way of life, I'm pretty much a hermit, just drive back and forth between 2 houses that are 5 minutes apart on local roads. I have a hand me down 2000 Lexus ES300 that's kind of beat up, but it gets me from point A to point B. My dog seems to like it, he must dig the leather.
I no longer wear watches (no more tanlines), just use my cell for time. Don't need a flashlight anymore either.
Especially snobby was the high end audio store I used to frequent. Well the owner that I got along with, he passed away. There was a fight and bad juju between the son and the wife over who had rights to the famous store. Son opened up a new venture in Pasadena (and thrived), wife ran the store into the ground, it's no longer here. (Her big idea was to go extremely upscale, with Magico and Burmester gear, along with Mcintosh and VPI.) I had a bad run-in there, as a I didn't have a car at the time, so I walked using a golf club as a cane. Apparently you're not supposed to bring a golf club to a high end audio store, they see that as some sort of threat or something. They also looked down on lack of car, and I must of been dressed shabbily since that's what I tend to do. They were friendly to my face, got me to drop my stuff, kept me there, but they called some asshole who came storming in, yelling at me to get out the store. The asshole got physical with me, was grabbing me by the shirt, and karate chopping my arm. He pissed me off, so I wouldn't budge. Took 4 or 5 of them to push me out of the store. They took my stuff, I also brought a business folder and a coffee tumbler, and only got the coffee back. They called the cops after that, confiscated my stuff, damn I liked that golf club too. Anyways, bad juju on them, a dark cloud hangs over that place and the memory of the revered audiophile. He was a nice guy and a brilliant salesman, his successors not so much.