Yeah, and it never ends. I've been out for over six years now and still get "the look," As a matter of fact, last weekend I was riding my bike when I noticed someone in a mini-van was following me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it was this old, pioneer woman from the local Jdub hall. Someone I've known for years, someone who's house and yard I took care of for years (cue the sad music please).
Anyway, I hear this "excuse me...excuse me.." I just keep riding, knowing that she must not recognize my fat ass. Finally she pulls ahead of me and literally cuts me off, sticks her head out the window and starts again "excuse me but do you know where beach number....AAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!!". The look on her face when she finally recognized me...lol...priceless.
It is funny how ones feelings change over the years. First it's hurt, then anger, then sadness. After a while you just feel sorry for them. Now, I just laugh at the funny faces they make.