You misunderstand, because roadies who ride $6,000 exoti-bikes and wear color-coordinated spandex
ARE better than everyone else...that includes you and me. So "get off your high-horse" and bow-down to the almighty privateer roadie, because that's not an intersection up ahead...it's the finish line at the Champs Elysee or the time-bonus sprint for the Green Jersey.
I was an arrogant roadie once until I kissed the hood of a Z3 at 27mph, so believe me when I tell you that it's all cowboys-and-indians man...childish role-playing in mimic of their beloved pro-racer heroes, so don't let the attitude get you down. Remember when you were a kid and you pretended to be the Bionic Man, Batman, or Superman? Well, some grown-ups still do that...only they have nice, expensive bikes and team saunctioned apparel.