This.
I was baptized at University Lutheran in Norman. Many years later, as a student and new resident of Norman, I returned to the church where I was baptized. I showed up on my motorcycle, wearing a leather jacket and a helmet.
They looked down on me.
I didn't return. The church where I was baptized looked down on me without ever getting to know me (and in a university town, no less). I learned all I needed to know that day.
I've since found another church that welcomes me as I am. Actually, more than one, but--and I'll grant that it's entirely a matter of personal preference--one whose message us comforting to me, and one whose services are. I don't count one above the other; both are important.
I suppose it's the connection.
You would have fit in just fine at the church we used to attend in Mustang. I don't know if he still has it, but one of the elders even had a bike and rode it to church when it was nice. There might have been a few that followed you outside to admire your bike.