Welp, I'll never forget being the only woman in a group of five riding through Tolono, a pretty tiny town on the prairie, and going by the baseball field. I heard the old fashioned wolf whistle - which I honestly hadn't heard in *years* in any context, and thought "WTF?" ... and then three seconds later, we heard, "SPAAANDEX!!!" ... I'm pretty sure I was in my sweats.
That was definitely one of those "you can choose how you interpret that" moments...
... and the very next day I was with our women's ride, going by the same exact spot... and what do I hear? "Spaaandex!!!" - but no whistle.
So. I considered submitting a proposal for a Ph.D. thesis on the matter