I heard a lot about him and his brother from my Dad, but my only interaction with him was at our indoor track the afternoon before a home meet. I was one of the scrubs running in the meet, as the better guys were all sitting it out and training.
Bill was in town for an alumni thing and to watch the races. He walked into the indoor track the afternoon before the meet to check out the old grounds. I had finished up my run and was watching all the guys do an interval workout. Bill walks over with a puzzled look on his face. "What are these guys doing?" Then he grinned and asked with sick entertainment, "Is Ronnie having them do intervals before racing?!" So I said, "Ah, no, they're just training through the weekend. Not many guys are racing."
His face dropped and didn't miss a beat, "What?! That's BULLS***! Why would you do intervals when you could be racing... at home! Man, things have changed..."
That stuck with me. A certain type of competitor from a certain era that just relished the opportunity to get in the ring and compete.
Then there are, of course, the spoken-word record books of Barton Tempo times of yore, with him, and Greg Meyer, and Brian Diemer owning absurd marks on the classic route...
Definitely a legend that will live on