I live in the land of motoring primates, thick single eyebrows and gunracks, you get the picture. However, in my 4 short months of riding I have gotten nothing but the slight raising of an index finger off of the steering wheel that constitutes a wave in this part of the country. I guess the sight of me with my mouth wide open chugging up a hill inspires pity rather than spite. Also, on a positive note some kids in front of a fundamentalist church whistled at my ivory white legs as I passed by. I get far worse reaction on my motorcycle.