I was on a motorcycle, but as a referee in a bicycle race. I had to leap ahead to set-up medical control (drug testing). I somehow was directed off course by a cop. He either didn't understand or didn't believe I was part of the race. Anyway, I didn't know how to get to the finish. I stopped and asked a couple sitting on a porch how to get where I had to be, Killington Ski Resort. There answer "you are no where near there". I ended up with directions to the start and back tracked. Got there just in time to set-up medical control as the field finished behind me.