No living involved. Working as a ref/marshal cost me about my a good bit every year. The writer of both films lived in Denver, may still We would run into each other every once in a great while out riding. when we rode along together he would stop once in a while and fire up a cigarette. :huh Gave me a chance to talk bikes instead of just pounding out miles with my voices in my head as company. "Breaking Away" is the story of the little 500 race at Indiana University. Little 500 I quit riding motorcycles as an USCF official after several races and officials got sued over incidents. Usually some spectator walking out into the peleton. There is a load of exposure financially when working these things. I decided I didn't need that much adventure. And besides my daughters were up to an age where I was spending all my time with them and their activities, something of mine had to go.Bicycle racing got the call. That left work and family. While I was in college, (late bloomer/third career), I used motorcycles from our shop and added some lettering for advertising. It worked I got the front page of the sports section a few times. We usually found the biggest jerks drove Saab 9000's for some reason, though one golfer in a 3-series BMW did attempt to vie for the lead. While not able to push some tough contenders from the lead, I think the Sheriff, gave him an award for his effort. A few bikes we used, We also had an R100 RTPD, an R80/GS, K100, K100LT, K100RS, K75, an R80 with an S fairing, and my old silver R100S. The best gigs by far were as a photographer's platform. Much better viewing of the actual racing and these gigs paid well. I worked Triathlons, marathons, 5 and 10K's as well as bicycle races. These are loads of fun compared to the pre-dawn to past dusk work of a marshal or official. As a marshal you are so far away from the race to do a good job, you never should see the race. And we rarely did. One one occasion we were hastily drafted to be the lead into town since the car was not going to make the several 90 degree corners. We had two leading police bikes, (Harley Davidsons), they stuck to the posted speed limit of 35 mph while ourselves and the peleton sprinted past at about 50 up main into Estes Park. The cops wanted to ticket us for blaring our horns, and there was a lot of yelling. Later the state patrol got caught in a patrol car by the peleton coming off a pass at about 55 or better. The commander in the car was really pissed the bicycles were passing him. They were under the mistaken impression a bicycle race was similar to a parade. A stately and orderly procession. I guess the word "race" only meant one thing to them. Oh, there are hazards to riding with photographers... They sometimes lose track of reality and do some dumb things. I had a big TV cameraman sitting backwards on the RTPD, and as we rounded a downhill corner during filming a circuit race he wanted a different angle so hooked his massive arm around my neck and leaned way off the bike, nearly tearing my head off and choking me to tunnel vision before I could get stopped at a pullout and explain how choke-holding the driver of the motorcycle was bad for both of us. :eek1 During the Coors Classic in 1981, a Video guy jumped off a Goldwing, (Beta-Cam) with his tape deck strapped to the top of the top box, he hops off on the left and runs around to the right side and then decided to run down the slope for a shot of the peleton rising out of the pavement between the mountain Spring flowers. Well, remember that tapedeck tied to the top box? He didn't. he gets to the end of the tether, and is jerked off is feet, onto his back, (camera is at his shoulder), and these Beta-Cam guys all looked like NFL-sized people. The poor motorcycle pilot is a not too tall semi-round retired guy wearing shorts and a beanie-type hat. The bike is jerked by the tethered camera and deck much more than his short and bare little legs can handle. Motorcycle, rider, cameraman and camera all tumble down the rocky slope to the edge of the river. I seem to recall the networks spent a good sum buying the pilot a new bike and is bodily repair bill. The camera exploded into something over $50,000 of trash. We had a great view of this action, but no pictures since our job was to keep cars out of the bike race not take pictures. That and a few other small incidents kept me away from camera work for a good bit. I got into it as a platform for a few small female photographers who seemed to understand that motorcycles could be both a great vantage point to shoot from and dangerous. They would tell me what they were going to do before doing it and we would discuss what was not a good idea before firing up bike and camera. The sidecar worked really well for the big Beta-Cam guys. Gave them a nice stable platform with plenty of handholds so they didn't have to crawl all over me.