The Biker Boyz crowd is right up there with the jugalow crowd to me. I still think sport bikes are some pretty cool rides, we've had our share over the years so I can see the cool factor with sport bikes it's just not my thing anymore. The ride a hog or your scum group makes me sick too.
My mom (she means well) gave me a gift certificate to the local stealership for my birthday this year and I got given dirty looks when I went to cash it in on some schwag. It was supposed to be for gear and finding anything without H-D crap all over it actually proved easier than I thought (ended up with a Lil Joe's vest it's bad ass) but the whole time I was there I could just tell the boutique girls didn't want me there any longer than I had to be. The salesmen that saw me ride up actually asked me if I wanted to get rid of my bike and get a new one, maybe a Fat Bob since its like mine only "better" (I have an fxdx what a fucking asshole). Then a bagger douche told me about time I stepped up to a real bike (my bike has no logos or factory air cleaner Biltwell bars and some other non factory trash but it's still pretty obvious it's a Harley) I smiled and said I was thinking about moving up to an 883 Iron because I wasn't sure if I was ready for a 1200.
I ride in a van pool a few days a week with one of these Harley guys and it makes me pretty sick when he starts talking bikes and it would seem that to be part of the "in" or "cool" crowd you have to have a real bike and Sportsters don't really count. Monday I found out that in my little jaunt over the Born Free weekend I put more miles on my bike then he did on his Dyna in the last 2 (and it's pretty local for me) because he got a Lazy Boy on wheels and is now used to his stereo, windshield and ergonomic seats. (2 years old and less than 10000 miles) Whatever, his cage is a H2 go figure.
I think what's most important is leaving all the bullshit behind and riding what you got where ever you want when you can, call it cycle therapy if you will but I know if I get jammed up between work, picking up the kid and normal people stuff and don't get some time on the bike I'm not a happy camper. My wife knows this too, at first I thought she was trying to get rid of me when she told me to leave for a while. "Why don't you just get on your bike and get the fuck out for a while." were her exact words I think.