Proof I wrote this book five years ago before my own level of tech caught up with everyone else’s:
A character has cassettes in her glove compartment, and a youngish teenager refers to using a Walkman.
I have duly dragged the narrative into the twenty-first century. (Well, the latter bit of tech, anyway; the former stays because she’s already mentioned they’re dubs of CDs she has at home, and she drives a rusty old hatchback that pre-dates standard CD players.)
My Chrysler has a casette player that plays Led Zeppelin tapes when I need to bend time a bit and get someplace quickly without speeding. So if you’ve progressed beyond that, you’re beyond me. I refuse to get an MP3 player either.
I had a cassette player in my car until last fall myself, when we installed a CD player to make use of the CD collection we have. And I can’t see myself getting an MP3 player, either. Even when I commute, all I need is a book. Although I did replace my dead Discman about five years ago, although right now it’s being used in the boy’s room, which shows you how often I use it.