I think many if not most small hee-haw hick towns are rougher for people on bikes because the dimwits living there see bicycles as something for the weak (because, you know, using your muscles to propel you around makes you a wimp vs sitting on their flabby butts in a vehicle, getting no exercise at all making them uber manly). Where I used to live, the common belief is that the amount you can bench press is directly linked to how large and loud your truck is. I'd get threats and insults shouted at me all the time by yokels in cut-off plaid shirts and jorts. We'd even get morons purposely pulling out in front of us to try to get us to crash... my friend's solution was to jump off and ghost-ride his bomb-proof BMX bike into the side of the car. Idiots.