I never get heckled. Mostly just thumbs up and compliments.
Maybe because my bikes don't suck?
The only time I get dirty looks is if I'm smoking out the people behind me. Which happens often on some of the old crusty bikes I'm still working on.
When I rode the 1958 Hercules k100 to the liquor store for the first time, divers gave me a wide berth, because no one likes the smell of a 63 year old toxic cloud of smog spewing out of a bike with bad rings and blown seals ...