Be careful about calling a place a "one horse town." Other titles for small towns given by metro residents, the media and Hollywood are "sleepy little village," "hick town," "more (insert one of cows, horses, dogs) than people town," "inbred town," "nothing but a wide spot in the road," "quaint little place" and no doubt some others I've heard and don't recall. They come off as being condescending, as if the people who live in such places have nothing to do but sleep, are idiots, don't have enough to do, etc. I've lived in a couple of these and the term small town, in my definition and experience is fewer than 1000 residents, everything else is a town, city, metro area or megalopolis.
My experience is that people in small towns have more to do than those in cities as they have to fend for themselves for many things. They may cut their own firewood, fix their own cars, work hard jobs that quite often find them outside in weather not of their choosing, clear snow from long driveways if they live in snow country, build (and/or remodel and/or maintain as well), keep horses, have more outdoor recreation opportunities, may hunt and fish to provide some of their own food, grow gardens and probably some others I've forgotten to mention. You are not looked at by how much money you have or what trendy things you own, but what skills and tools you have to offer in the mix of needs for the community, i.e. do you have plumbing skills that can help in constructing the addition to a church or community center, can you operate a backhoe, can you weld, do you own welding equipment, what kind of lesser used tools do you have (metal lathes,ball joint forks, those used only when rebuilding an engine), if you break down in remote places can you repair the vehicle or get back into town, can you sew, can you cook for a hundred people or more at a time, can you butcher animals, can you snowshoe, can you cross country ski, can you backpack/hike off trail sometimes in the middle of the night, can you rock climb (often needed for volunteer search and rescue teams), can you repair radio/TV products, are you a ham radio operator, can you help my kid with his physics homework, do you have any veterinary skills (I had a neighbor who neutered dogs and cats on the workbench in his garage and no one's animal ever had a problem as a result as he sanitized his instruments and work area) . When I moved to one small town with my now 36 year old Toyota Land Cruiser I could see the wheels spinning in a few people's heads as the short wheel base and gearing of these can help when other rigs cannot. There is a lot of bartering of services (I'll mix and pour the concrete for your new garage slab if you weld a trailer hitch on my pickup) and community service organization work done in smaller places where professional service providers don't exist. Now there are folks in metro areas that can do these things or have done them in the past or do them as a business, but in smaller, more remote places these skills are called upon far more often. In other words people and communities are more self reliant and I've found myself far busier in small, remote towns than I did growing up in a megalopolis or living in a town of 8,500 people as I do now (I know I sold out by moving to a big town in my older age just like my uncles with farms). For all you hear about the disadvantages of everyone knowing everyone else's business, the flip side is that everyone knows and is concerned about each other.
Living in "quaint, out of the way, little sleepy village " allows less sleep than living in a city. Try cutting (in a remote area with very rough "roads"), splitting and stacking 5-7 cords of firewood each year when each cord represents working from quitting time at work on Friday to stacking the last of the wood by flash or flood light on Sunday night with about 8 hours down time on Friday and Saturday night. After doing so you just leave the saw dirty and will sharpen it the following Friday afternoon because you are so tired and dirty. December and January might require more than burning one cord some winters.
There is a sometimes deserved and sometimes not deserved bias in small towns that everyone from a city is an idiot as many of those have worked real hard proving that over the years. I'm not so smug as I view at it as people are just out of their element.
When people mention traffic enforcement in small towns they often call any speed enforcement a speed trap or something done to raise revenue and the CVC definition of a speed trap is not a criteria in giving that opinion. When someone says look out for the cops in that little "one horse/sleepy/stupid/inbred/in the middle of nowhere" town (you pick the adjective) they are often implying that the law enforcement officers in places like these have nothing better to do than give you a ticket for violating a speed limit in their town. In the small towns I've lived in speed enforcement, as I mentioned in my discussion of Bridgeport and Lee Vining, is because some metro snobs trying to get from San Diego to Reno in less than 7 hours or from Albuquerque to Phoenix in 9 hours (via I-25 to Socorro and U.S. 60 to the Valley of the Sun megalopolis) have nearly killed my girlfriend's kids or the guy who is going to weld that trailer hitch for me. In Mono and Inyo Counties you have people endangering everyone driving 395 or going through Olancha, Lone Pine, etc. so they can watch 20 more minutes of MTV or get a closer parking space at Vons (Safeway with a fancy name) at the peak of people getting in to town needing groceries or want to get there this afternoon before the lifts close - "why, don't you Doooood?" There are kids with no parents, parents with no kids, widows/widowers (that Lee Vining girlfriend I had was widowed and her two kids didn't have a father because of a traffic accident) in Mono County because of this attitude.
Now NWtoSFO I'm sure your term "one horse town" was not in any way meant in a derogatory way, but hearing other people use the term and think that our cops and us have nothing better to do than prey on people traveling through has gotten very old. Rural area cops, on average, see higher numbers of more severe traffic accidents than their counterparts in metro areas.
I also grew tired of going on scene of a traffic accident and seeing people eviscerated, lacerated, flail chested, blunt force "trauma-ed," bled out, "pneumothoraxed" and all the other things that caused me barf out guts every now and again due, in large part, because of excessive speed, either the basic speed law or the posted limit. For those of you who think it is logical and less annoying to drive fast on the "open road" think about the guy who hits a deer at 85 mph sufficient to throw it several hundred feet back into the windshield of the family doing the speed limit in the right lane and killing the people in front and severely injuring the kids in the back, who would have avoided hitting a deer or throw it so far enough to kill someone because they were going the speed limit. How about the 85 mph driver that experiences a sudden tire decompression (I don't mean blowout) and can't control the vehicle, crosses the center median and hits the family down the street from you and leaves only the infant in the child seat in back alive? How about the guy who hits an unexpected sand layer, black ice in shade or full cardboard boxes assumed to be empty when these things don't exist anywhere in this 90 mile stretch of wide open road but in one spot, looses control of his vehicle and rolls it into the one driven the speed limit in the right lane of the interstate and kills the grandparents of one of the kids in your Boy Scout troop all because he couldn't slow fast enough once he saw the hazard? On this latter accident the sand, the ice or box are probably listed as the primary cause, not the real cause of simply driving too fast.
There was no wind during the middle of the day with light to moderate traffic both ways, on U.S. 93 between Hoover Dam and Kingman, AZ on one of many occasions I've driven the section. It was monsoon season and a thunderhead south of me created a mini (6-8" deep) dune in the road between me and the car in front of me. The wind stopped before I encountered the dune, but I wasn't driving over the speed limit at the time, so I managed to slow quickly enough to avoid a worse situation than I found myself in. I've encountered extreme cross roadway winds, by extreme I mean course altering caused by topography, while driving on windy days, and managed to keep the vehicle in my lane or just on the pavement because excessive speed was not a factor. I've encountered many deer trying to hit me and driving the speed limit was a factor in not letting them do this.
Is saving two hours to get to Boise, Albuquerque, Denver, Phoenix, Salt Lake, Spokane, Missoula, et al, really worth the risk? Is it worth the increased level of fatigue driving faster causes? The faster a vehicle is driven the more stress is experienced, whether the driver knows it or not, which results in being less alert and productive once the destination is reached. I learned this driving up I-5 at 0200 to get from Bridgeport to Happy Camp or some such in the Intermountain region on (insert I-40 70, 80, 15 or some other long, straight highway of your choice) for a fire assignment. I would like to research this probable cause/effect rather than rely on my own observations, but I've spent a lot of time asking, begging, and writing a few speeding tickets (actually reckless driving on a National Forest road because I didn't have radar) during my career for people to SLOW DOWN.
Now I've put this discussion in the Tavern, but I don't go there because so many people aren't civil.