There is a cultural element at work.
The shop at the top of our road is run by a family who I believe are of Pakistani origin. They’re a great bunch of lads and we’ve got quite friendly. I’m invariably on my bike when I call in on the way back from work
One day one of the guys pulled me to one side, with a slightly concerned look on his face asked me why I rode a bike all the time when I had a car and was clearly not living in poverty.
When I said I just preferred it to driving into work, and did it as a hobby, he snorted with derisive laughter.
He told me that the only people who ride bikes are peasants and that as soon as you’d made some money, you would never be seen on a bike.
At that point I told him how much my bike actually cost. He again went into hysterics and point-blank refused to believe that anyone would do something so stupid as to pay that for a bike.
Actually…. he may have had a point 🙂