I was about 17 and the year was around 1967. I had been lifting hard for a couple years and was in awe of Sergio. On a family trip to Chicago I decided to go to the Duncan Y. and see how a "real' bodybuilder trained. I took a bus from the North side down to the street the Y was on, got off and walked through a hardcore ghetto about a mile to the gym. Once in the gym, I was both amazed and awestruck, I had never been in a top level gym before and quickly looked around for my hero, there he was, it had to be him, a HUGE, ripped Black guy. I couldn't believe how big he was. I watched him goof around for awhile and then heard some noise behind me, turned around, and there was the ACTUAL Sergio Oliva, twice as big as the first guy. I was thunderstruck. He lifted his sweatshirt to put on a belt and his waist was smaller than mine, unbelievable. Well, I stayed a couple of hours to see his training secrets and all he did was sleep on the incline board. I made the trip three days in a row and he barely trained. Oh well, it was still worth it..