This reminds me of something I read on another site. A bunch of cyclists stopped at a small grocery out in the country to buy water, and had to walk by a bunch of guys with Harleys to go inside.

They all started talking and laughing, and the guys on Harleys were a lot more accepting of the guys in spandex than they feared, until one of the cyclists referred to himself as a "biker."

One of the big Harley guys growled, "Son, WE'RE the bikers. YOU'RE the bikEEs."

Badabing.