After a hot sweaty Muni ride, I walked into a Schlotsky’s deli (a casual restaurant) while wearing all of my Muni gear, ordered some food, and nobody stared at me or even gave me a second look. I even parked my dirt-covered Muni inside the restaurant lobby so I could keep a close eye on it. The cashier seemed a little apprehensive at first, but calmed down after I told him I was out MTBing (easier than explaining Muni).
Of course, this is the same city where one of the mayoral candidates is a homeless guy who wears thong bikinis in public, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that nobody stared at me.