I dont know where you lot are all from, but round where I live we are viewed as the athletes I’ve described.
Me and my mates used to go out and push the limits on the fire tracks around grizedale forest. Parents and children, dog walkers, the elderly etc. all used to stand aside to let us come screaming through. We obviously caused a bit of a commotion with our skills – the big dogs higher up the chain in the FC decided we needed much more challenging terrain to test our mettle, hence the North Face Trail was created.
Alot of our cycling was at high speeds across open moors/grasslands. We noticed that fences and walls had been built by the local farmers (obviously out of respect/admiration) to stop their cattle getting in our extreme ways.
The local bakery used to provide us with free flap jacks and pasties if we gave them some money. “Oh don’t worry about it, I feel proud to be fueling the athlete” was what they said.
I was cycling through town once and I wanted to avoid the one way system so I bunnyhopped up the pavement to take a short cut. A woman shouted and waved her hand, I couldnt hear what she said but I can only imagine it was along the lines of “I didnt think that was possible on a bicycle, how do your feet stay stuck to the pedals!”
Prime examples of what I was talking about.