If I knew for sure they were doctors, I would buy stethoscopes for all my bike racing buddies, and we would go hang around their hospital cafeteria. If I knew they were barristers, we would don wigs and find a cafe there near the courthouse. If I knew they were pilots, we would prance around airports in aviator sunnies and 80s style leather jackets with patches. And we would guffaw about our patients' gonorrhea, murder cases we were defending, and our carpet bomb raids over Gaza. "Oh, but we're all real doctors," we would tell them if they complained. "Look at our costumes."
No doubt I sound petty, and unable to rise above an innocuous slight. How though, can I set matters right, and tell witnesses to this charade that the cycling world's gear and costumery pales into insignificance when the actual racing begins! Some of the best local riders have the least flashy gear, and visa versa.