Originally Posted by
oldfixguy
So, when you ride around on 10k worth of carbon fiber and dress like an overstuffed sausage wearing ridiculously priced outfits that is what you represent. The sad, unremarkable, drug addled destroyers of something I love. Pathetic to be. More pathetic to emulate.
Having ridden road with groups from a few areas over the last few years, I'd argue this could be a (very real and unfortunate) five-percenter problem. Most of the people I've ridden with are friendly, level-headed, and drug free. It's just that the bad ones are the ones you remember.