I once sat next to Zane on a flight to the Arnold. Nice guy, but pretty whacky. He had a piece of paper with lyrics to some song he had written about all of the great Olympian champions. I wish I could remember them all. Stuff like "Arnold was the greatest with biceps like mountains..." He was actually singing on the flight. The lady sitting in the middle seat, who knew nothing about bbing or Zane asked me if I knew the guy and if it was safe to sit next to him...ha ha ha!