I have a straight-piped Harley with mini-apes and it rumbles most anything nearby. But then again I'm not the dentist running around in a sleeveless shirt with no helmet on trying to look cool, it actually takes more than just rolling my bike to the dealership to keep it running. I just learn to do everything myself with nothing more than a shop manual and internet access, let's see the RUBs try to figure out an ironhead (although I have nothing against them as people as they are often some of the nicest people I meet and take a genuine interest in my bike, I just have a problem sometimes with their "I have a Harley so I'm automatically a badass" attitude or even worse their "you have a Sportster so you're not a badass like me on my Big Twin" attitude).
Yet, I recognize the fact that I'm an asshole (as Adam Carolla would describe my demographic of motorcycle riders). I know this because I really don't care that I'm being an asshole with my loud pipes, I don't think I could count the times a deer has almost run out in front of my bike but takes off the other direction when I let out a hearty 4K rev. If I'm alive because of those loud pipes (deer collisions are quite common in my hometown in MD, it was actually a bit unnerving riding home from work at night and knowing that at any moment a deer could dart out and kill me) then I'm sorry but I don't really give a rat's about waking you up when I ride by, me being considerate ends when my life is at risk (not looking to start a "loud pipes save lives" debate, just wanted to voice my opinion on how I have found them beneficial to my safety).
Side note: I did find that clip rather humorous, regardless of whether it applies to me or not.