Yesterday on my commute home I passed six Roadies, to each and every one I offered a cheery hello and not one, not a single one, managed to uphold my stereotype and simply glower or ignore me.
Five coming the opposite way (four in local club regalia and one in civvies) managed at the least a nod and a hello or to combine that with an observation of the favourable weather.
Even the chap dressed as Peter Sagan who was struggling up the hill into town (so very possibly at the end of an arduous ride) managed to raise all his fingers from the handle bar in greeting as I passed him. (Admittedly given his attire and where abouts he may have been a pro practicing for the tour of Yorkshire and this may have been the accepted signal for pass me and I’ll draft you, given his apparent tiredness I’d guess not)
Frankly I find it shocking that every single roadie I passed were so miserable as to deliberately pretend to be cheery so as to fail to uphold my stereotyping just to deny me the satisfaction.