When it comes to backhanded compliments, the best ones are from family members.
My mother and I were riding our bikes. Mum is an ex-triathlete, someone who was at one time ranked third in the country in her age group. I, on the other hand, was (at the time) the quintessential sloth: a computer nerd whose life consists of sitting in a chair. I was about 20Kg overweight at the time.
My mother, impressed by my ability to push hard without breaking a sweat said: "You have really strong legs! But I shouldn't be surprised. Really fat people always have strong legs. It comes from hauling around all that extra fat, you know."
Uhh, gee, thanks mum.
Here's another one, not biking-related:
This one's from my father. I had recently attained my MCSE certification, and had been working five or six years in the IT industry. After ringing me for some technical support, and me talking him through whatever the hell it was he was needing tech support for, dad said to me, "I'm so proud of you, I never in my wildest dreams thought you'd ever become an
expert in something!".
Umm, gee, thanks dad.
Max