I saw Rick many times at shows in the UK during the 60's, his physique always impressed me, though I always felt if he could just bring his calves up to being half as good as his arms, he would have won almost anything. He had a very outgoing personality, and a quick, perceptive mind. He always said exactly what he thought and sometimes that did not sit to well with the establishment on both sides of the Atlantic.
I remember one time when I had competed in a big junior contest in Manchester and after a quick change and a run to the station, I was sitting in the train when Rick, who had been one of the guest posers walks in and sits across the aisle from me. After a few words of congratulations, as I had won the contest, he took a cigarette out and lit up. I had settled down to sleep on the journey back to London, but the unusual smell of the burning tobacco puzzled me. Rick smoked two or three cigarettes and I was feeling quite odd, very light headed in fact. Only days later did I realise that it wasn't Marlboro Lights he was puffing!