From Dave Draper on his Website www.davedraper.com
One fine spring afternoon in 1969, I hopped on the 405 freeway and sped merrily to Long Beach to visit with Rheo Blair, my friend through my good friend Larry Scott. The vehicle was my hopped-up-jewel blue dune buggy and the passenger was my hopped up spirit muscle and might 21 year old Austrian companion in a torn t-shirt , the governor. Zoom Zoom. Rheo, a self made nutritionist whose specialty was building lean mass, considered it a life or death matter to meet Arnold and offer him a basket of his popular food supplements as a welcome to America gift. How could I refuse?
"Thanks Rheo" in broken English, "You are American champion.
We must go". The fiberglass dunne buggy was topless and reminded
me of a freeway surfboard. It skidded about us as I weaved my way home
through traffic at what seemed like incredibly high speeds: nothing was
in focus but the setting sun. Arnold sat in the back seat, which was raised
like a throne to accommodate the screaming engine below, clutching a chrome
roll bar for support. More than once he stood up and roared at the cars
to the left and the right with a clenched hand raised high punching the
air, his hair straight out, eyes squinted and tearing and a grin
as big as his biceps pumping up his face--a warrior commanding his chariot.
A generous supply of Blair's™ Protein, choline and inositol sat on the
floor beside us, our booty, the secret stuff of muscles in a box. Thank
God life is made up of moments such as these. Let someone else govern California,
the lads busy. We made it home unscathed in time for squats. - Dave Draper
Note: Draper is a former Mr. America, Mr. Universe
and Mr. World winner. He also appeared on television and made some movies.
In 2003 E! The True Hollywood Story did an entire hour on Dave Draper.