I started ‘proper’ cycling aged 13. Despite not actually having a bike.
The secretary of the local club brought his wife’s bike round to my house, took me out for a 60 mile club run and deposited me a dribbling wreck back home. I was back the next week and was taught the art of bike riding. If you did anything wrong you were told immediately in no uncertain terms.
Years later, I was a member of an ‘elite’ road club, strictly invitation only. If you turned up and wanted to join the chain gang, you would have been very disappointed.
The common thread between the two was an expectation as to how people would ride, safely, and with good manners.
It’s not golf, riding with other people on the road means putting your safety in their hands.
Try turning up to the local climbing club and say “I’ll have a crack, go on I’ll belay you’ and see how much they trust you.