tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910443829961573473.post8270134328240259538..comments2023-09-14T00:49:16.534-07:00Comments on The Cycling Scrap Book: Perko, Gordie and PattoLeon Simshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17609891995057827081noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910443829961573473.post-84980320482033546182013-07-14T05:18:16.662-07:002013-07-14T05:18:16.662-07:00Good to hear your memories Frankenbike - I use to ...Good to hear your memories Frankenbike - I use to live nearby Patto's bike shop, and his office across the road, the East Boundary Hotel but what a great rider he was and a great crowd pleaser. I was fortunate to have seen him towards the end of his career. I also remember Andrew Blackmore.Leon Simshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17609891995057827081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910443829961573473.post-16595751788878070162013-07-14T01:52:11.078-07:002013-07-14T01:52:11.078-07:00That's some great stuff there. I too was "...That's some great stuff there. I too was "coached" by a rather well lubricated Patto at the Carnegie track. It was a bit later. I'd say around 1974-5. He was usually pretty toasted by the time he arrived having spent a good bit of the day at the East Boundary Hotel. One night he pulled me aside and said "Your f--kin stem's too short. Come in the shop and I'll get you a longer stem" I dutifully turned up a few days later at his shop on East Boundary Road - just a stone's throw from the pub. Patto had no recollection of the previous discussion. I said "I've come to get a longer stem like you suggested. " He says "Nah you're too bloody long mate. You need a shorter stem I reckon" I tuned up the next week on a 90mm stem and he says "You need a longer stem son. Come in the shop next week..." One night he was almost legless and he says to me "The three things you need to become a good cyclist son are dedication....application...and" and then he forgot what the third one was and kept repeating "Dedication, application....and dedication application and..." I still say to this day that if I had ever found out what the third thing was I would have been a world beater. Maybe it was inebriation?? Rick Patterson was a handy rider there for a bit. One night at training someone took him a bit high - think it was Andrew Blackmore? - hope I'm not slandering him? Rick hit the new steel mesh fence that had replaced the old wooden one and tore his skull open through the old leather hairnet. Didn't pull up so well. Thanks for the post - brought back a lot of memories.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com