If you live in town as I do, Sundays are generally quiet: anyone with a camper, boat, or motorhome has left town for the cool mountains, lakes, or reservoirs, with ATVs, dirt bikes, or kayaks strapped on anywhere they'll fit. We're a vehicle-heavy culture. Houses are mostly small where I live, and wouldn't even count as garages in one of those episodes on HTV. Even mobile homes will have some kind of alternative housing parked in the drive or alley.
Our county covers 10,000 sq. miles (picture Massachusetts) with only 35,000 residents, concentrated in two towns like a binary star system surrounded by blank space. Weather is exciting, novel and a constant surprise, so a substantial well-built vehicle is a must have. That means a full-size, 4x4 pick up. No, not everyone drives one, but you can bet their brother-in-law has one, or their uncle has a tow truck, etc. Services of all kinds can be scarce, so it's a do-it-yourself kind of place.
Male employment opportunities are concentrated in the oil & gas fields and mining; a woman is pretty much out of luck unless she has a teaching certificate. Unemployment across Wyoming is at 7.6%, and our area has many jobs available - hard jobs, often dangerous, but well-paying. We see an influx of workers from other states at times like this, but they often don't stay long, and it's not necessarily the long hours and hard work that drive them home: the windswept landscape, isolation, and utter lack of shopping can be worse. You either thrive in this place, or it crushes you.