A few years ago, well it must have been like 6 or 7 or 8 years ago at this point, a group of us gathered for the normal Sunday Slick 50 ride at the Lobo Statue on campus. A young kid- maybe 15- was dropped off for the ride. His dad stood there while we waited for late comers and started to declare that his son was a great cyclist who would really show us on the ride. I said, "that's great. We're happy to have him. Are y'all from here?" He responded, "No, we're from Tanoan." As if they were too good to be 'burqueños. In every exchange I ever had with that kid's dad for the next two years, he was a complete a$$-hat. Texan, banker, fat, bald, loud, the actual source for so many stereotypes. Unfortunately, the association with that jacka$$ forever sullied the word Tanoan for me.
There is a jerk in every crowd. EVERY crowd. So get over it? Or not. Your choice whether or not you want to let one jerk define a group or a place or an event or a religion or whatever. I do believe the people who suffer the most are the ones who can't get over the jerk not the jerk, unfortunately. And gee, I have met a jerk or five on the Slick 50 ride. But that won't keep me from riding it!