I commute on a mountain bike with fenders, ride the same route every day. I ride in street clothes and regular shoes.
Every couple of days, a male rider crosses onto the bike path, right in front of me. He never says anything. He is hauling butt and I am stopped waiting for my light to change... so I figure he's just working hard.
Yesterday either I was early or he was late, as we crossed paths while I was still on the bike trail. He slowed down, looked at my jacket and said good morning. Apparently wearing a triple crown jacket gets you into the "club", even if you're on an old lugged steel mountain bike with flat pedals and carrying a huge bag of books on a rack.
Of course maybe he has just never really registered my presence before. :)
I hope I never become one of those snobby riders. I like to think that even when I'm riding hard, I still manage to choke out a hello or a wave if someone waves to me.
V.