Wearing a DeRosa jersey while riding a Pinarello is the sort of faux pas only a cyclist could commit because the only ones who notice such errors in judgment are other cyclists and we all know cyclists don't know how to beat anyone up.
However if we were in the Dirty South and our Italian loving cyclist decided to cross the streams by driving a Ford F150 plastered with Chevy stickers, someone would be strung up a flag pole faster than a meth head Waffle House cook could fry up an order of hash browns.
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