Veronica, something like that happened to Mr. Salsa. The local club does some "high performance" rides that involve difficult hills and a fast pace. The first time he went on one, with his 30-year-old steel Raleigh International, he got pretty well snubbed---until they noticed he'd gotten up the hill just as quickly as they did on their carbon fiber whatevers. Then, all of a sudden, he got looked at and talked to.
"My predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved;I have been given much and I have given something in return...Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and an adventure." O. Sacks