The best cure for those pre-ride prison-exercise-yard situations is to smile, and chuckle along self-deprecatingly, then ride them casually off your wheel and spend the rest of the ride about 100 feet in front of their snooty little group.
Motorcyclists are the same way and there's nothing more delicious than riding around some poseur on a 140+hp Ducati or literbike on a twisty, silly-string road with my little twin-cylinder, 35hp Ninja 500 and then waiting for them (in front of their friends) at the top of the mountain at the biker hangout...
Hahaha: one guy came up and said "You were riding the TAR out of that little thing!"
Not really, but you decidedly
weren't riding the tar out of your R1.