I can respect a bike. The engineering, the careful thought, the construction, and the kinetic motion are all masterpieces. The problem with bikes is that a small vocal group of tiny talking penises ride them. Oh, is your car too loud to loud with it’s stock exhaust, expect to hear from a cyclist about it.
This is the kind of indifference that gave us the new nose of the BMW M4. They let the ultimate driving machine become the ultimate brand machine. They don’t drive cars, they drive symbols. Bow to your bucktooth overlord, folks.
Admittedly, these aren’t really enthusiasts. Granted, if you go so far as donning a custom mask for the occasion, I think we could make the argument. There was a great story from my neighborhood in the Nextdoor app about a person who pulled up next to one of my neighbors and made the “roll down your window” motion then proceeded to shout at my neighbor for not wearing a mask in her car. WAT.