My husband is my biggest cheerleader. Actually, he can be a bit of a bully at times... bless him.
My dad is right behind him with my SIL a close third. The only bad comments I've had are from vicious-natured teen boys in packs showing out for each other as they yell insults to the fat, gray-haired old woman cycling past. My driving instructor politely asks how much I've ridden as we walk to the car. When I tell him, 'Oh, only 80 km or so this week'. He'll ask what my longest was and if it was 'only 30 km', he shakes his head and admits if he tried to ride that far, it would kill him.
Other than that, I get waves, smiles and thumbs up even from a lot of the hard core cyclists. Nothing like riding in the opposite direction of a large bike race and getting endless encouragement from the participants.
