In the summer of 1975, I was presented with an opportunity to train at Vince's Gym for a few months.
Gold's Gym had become a madhouse with the filming of "Pumping Iron". "We are making a documentary film about bodybuilding," photographer George Butler told me. "I don’t think so. Why don't you just call it 'Pumping Arnold'? It's obvious the film is all about him," I retorted to the biased shutterbug.
I wanted no part of it so I drove 20 miles each way, every day to Studio City to train at Vince's Gym.
Vince Gironda welcomed me. The gym had unique equipment, great equipment – the best dumbbells.
However, it lacked serious leg machines. "No wonder none of the guys who came out of here had no great leg development," I thought to myself.
Vince didn't believe in barbell squats – only hacks, leg extensions and leg curls (he would have loved the Leg Blaster).
I got along great with Vince because I agreed with him most of the time. One day I told him a parable that said in effect, "Only he who drinks tea truly knows its taste."
He really liked me after that. And I liked him.