I try to live in a to each their own sort of world. I get bashed by some HD riders here and there, but so what? I absolutely will not bash back, because that would mean stooping to their level. Also, my d**k's plenty long no matter what I ride, drive, or pedal, and I have noone to impress.
Off topic, but I love to share: Went with my friends (2 women who traded their Vespas for Triumphs) to a classic scooter rally in the middle of frickin March in Cincinnati. 35 degrees or so and I was decked out like an eskimo and still freezing. These people had ridden (not trailered) their classic vespas (were talkin 50's, 60's, etc) and english bikes from far away in the freezing cold to be there. One guy rode his classic Norton all the way from CHICAGO with NO SEAT (thats like 5 hours by car, and in the winter.) He had a thin folded-up towel draped over the frame and sat on that.
These things were also customized out to the extreme with cams and exhausts, and almost every one of them was a backyard mechanic and knew how to break those things down. Simple engine or not, I don't care, that's more than I know. The whole experience gave me a real lesson on who was a "real rider" and not a poser, how little brand mattered to the whole experience, and also took my ego down a few pegs too.
On the other hand, the ride itself was the least organized 6 monkeys humping a football affair I have ever been on, so go figure.