One very different version of being shouted at was Tour de Yorkshire, intermediate sprint uphill between Farmer Copleys and the Old Barracks heading towards Pontefract, there’s a wedding venue there and was cheered on up that hill by the Bride & Groom along with the guests, like I was in the race, stood up on the drops like Pantani, even got a PB on there, got to the top and promptly hung over the bike in a crumpled heap heaving for breath!
Better to be cheered through a case of mistaken identity than never to be cheered at all.