<< Yeah, as much as I love cycling, I have never once envied the life of a pro. Measuring each serving of food, refraining from beer and going to bed at nine every night to make $20K a year is not my idea of a good time. Of course, there is always the dream that you will become the next Lance and have a beautiful wife, millions of dollars, and a Lamborghini Diablo (I saw Lance's last year at Ride for the Roses), but, as a practical matter, you won't. >>
I lived that life for about a year. I took what savings I had right after I finished college and headed out to Colorado to be a bike bum. Lived with a house of other racers (was a pit, but the rent was cheap) and would go out and train every day with the local "B" team pros and occasionally with the Coors Light guys if they were around. Traveled all over...mooched couches to sleep on. I pretty much lived on winnings (especially primes!). Got to do the Tour of the Gila and the Casper Classic (remember that?). Was really, really fun but I had to finally admit that I wasn't good enough to be a real pro so I might as well settle down, make a little money and race for fun once in a while. I'm occasionally kinda sad I didn't try to make the cut over in Belgium but otherwise no regrets.
Fausto