Wow, you're really astute, getting that from one posting.
Go to Sturgis or Daytona, Paddy. You'll see two types of motorcycle riders:
1. Those who trailer their shiny bikes to an event, stop at a motel 2 miles outside of town, unload the bikes and ride the last two miles into the event, all clean and looking like they just walked out of the Harley showroom.
2. Those who rode from home to the event (sometimes for days), bugs in teeth, oil on their pant legs, tools in the front tool bag, looking for all the world like they're straight out of Mad Max.
I ride a '78 Shovelhead. I have to tighten all the nuts and bolts frequently, to keep them in close formation as I head down a given road. I don't drink lattes while having the Harley shop change the oil in my bike. As a matter of fact, when I see an oil puddle under my bike, I'm happy because I know there's oil remaining in the oil tank. At Daytona, those spotless bikes got fewer looks than a dirty vintage Shovelhead.
So yes, we are entitled to call the people listed above WHOREs. That's what they do, and it's damned near hilarious to see them in action. It's kinda like watching Prius drivers, toodling along in a cloud of smug.
