I grew up in the 70s and 80s in a dirt poor, working class - and frankly shitty, abusive- household. Parents had no car and no interest in extra curricular enrichment activities. I was musical, singing and playing violin in a county choir/orchestra (thanks to free school music lessons). The County bus picked us up from, and dropped us back at school. Without the bus service, I wouldn't have been able to go (no spare money for public transport). I did Bronze D of E courtesy of my best friend's dad driving us to and from the core activities (and me having to put up with his mildly uncomfortable behaviour in the car).
Needless to say, I've made sure my kids have done as many extra curricular activities as they have had the energy and appetite for until they said they didn't want to do them anymore. I don't drive, so we've used public transport, and that's been fine. I wanted them to have opportunities, but nothing was forced on them, and they stopped doing them when they wanted to, except for swimming to a high level, which I see as a life skill (and luckily they enjoyed it).
Both of them are confident older teens now who can come and go under their own steam for the most part. They both have continued some of the hobbies; and one got a very well paid, part time job plus a teaching qualification off the back of one of the activities I took them to, so it's really paid off.
Oh and other thing! (Sorry, it's got me started now!!!) Did anyone else whose parents refused any clubs or extra-curriculars simultaneously talk about how "clever" your friends were for being able to play instruments or draw beautifully or just for seeming to know a lot about the world? My parents still don't see the connection between a wide skillset and world view and actually... doing stuff.
I can relate to this. My father wasn't interested in my musical abilities, but he was sports mad, and had competed himself as a young man at quite a high level (or so he said). He was disgusted by our lack of sporting prowess, but never seemed to compute he actually had to put some effort in allowing us to go to clubs to develop skills and travel to meets. I taught myself to swim properly once I got to university, and became really rather good at it. He was very proud of this, but his pride really riled me up.