Remind me not to take my Wrangler (we call it a YJ in my parts) to Colorado; I’d hate to be mistaken for one of those guys. But I guess I wouldn’t be: my Jeep is ten years old, rusty in spots, and has seen much more mud and crud than I suppose theirs ever will. And while I do wear flannel shirts, they have mostly been used for working on a farm, and the only things in the back of my Jeep are safety boots, safety goggles, and a pile of tools.
Hey, I have to stick up for the Jeeps. Neither my Jeep nor me are the best looking things on the road, but mine has done everything I’ve asked it to, and I don’t care what anybody thinks. 
Seriously, elmwood, they’re not as bad as you think on the freeways. Yes, they can be a little noisy and the ride might be a little bumpy to those who are used to passenger cars, but handling is not a problem at freeway speeds. (I had more problems handling a small Honda, which tended to get blown from side to side when passed by a semi.) And you do get used to these things quickly–I did, anyway.
The image of the Joe Colorado types you described is scary though. Thinking about it, maybe I really should drive down there and shake them up a little. 