One time a bunch of kids knocked me off my bike and made me lick a white dog turd. Oh wait...that was Step Brothers.
I feel like I've been pretty fortunate considering I live in a country/rural type area where to most people, the idea of wearing skin tight clothes and pedaling around the county seems flambouyant at best. Only a couple occassions where people have passed me a little too close for comfort. Only negative comment I've ever gotten was from some redneck who passed me at a stop sign and yelled "Nice bike, Lance!"