That has happened to me many times...Shortly after getting my bike (after not riding for 15 years), a friend took me to my first real "Biker Bar"...the kind of place thet has a "No Colors" sign on the door...back then, it was a pretty serious place (now, it's become a yuppie hangout, where yuppies go slumming)...anyway, there was a whole table of pretty rough looking people attached to the long string of bikes outside...this was a pretty much Harley type of place, so when they got up to leave, I felt a little squirrely having my little 750 parked in formation next to theirs....they went out, but we heard no engines...all of a sudden, my friend said "They're all standing around your bike!"...it was true, they were going over it with a fine toothed comb...and this was before I had it painted!
The best one happened a few weeks ago...now, to preface, I'm in my early 50s, gray hair and a graying mustache...I'm also kind of portly...and single...I'm working on that "Cute old guy" look, and I just found a great set of really retro looking goggles that I like because I can turn my head @ 70 and they don't fly off! Anyway, I was riding along, and here's this middle aged woman (kinda cute..it's scarry, older women look kind of good to me now) out for a walk with her friend was standing on the sidewalk, jumping up and down (fun in itself) giving me thumbs up and waving... I don't know if she was responding to the bike, or me, or the goggles, or the ensemble, but it was fun just the same!