Things that have been yelled at me while cycling:
"You're not a car!!"
(From the car behind me, while patiently standing in the left turn lane waiting for the green arrow.)
"Your bike is hot!!"
(While Kerry rode my orange singlespeed down 5th street on our way to the cherry orchards.)
"You've almost caught them!"
(While desperately trying to catch back on to the main group in Berkeley's hilly crit, yelled by my sister.)
"Pfeiffer, Pfeiffer, she's our biker..."
(While desperately trying to catch back on to the main group in Berkeley's hilly crit, yelled by my chemical engineering classmates.)
"Don't wear spandex! You'll get a yeast infection!"
(With the Cal women's cycling team, on our way through Walnut creek. Comment came from an adolescent boy who likely just finished the women's reproductive organ section in health class.)
While yelling from motorists and onlookers is not always helpful to me in my bike-riding endeavors, it turns out that they're technically correct most of the time.