I think the point about dear ol' Pat was that he did many of his miles while on the clock - while being paid - quite legitimately.
I remember dear ol' Rocco riding a 200 with us in Shropshire, around 1990 this would be -
Rocco: (out of the corner of his mouth) "who's that bloke on the trike?"
Me: (a bit taken aback by the question) "er, that's Pat, you know, Pat Kenny"
Rocco: "Pat Kenny? Pat KENNY? PAT Kenny? You mean - " (mouthing without any sound) "PAT KENNY?"
(Pat had long been a legend in trialling circles as a hard man, a setter and holder of multiple road records - just not in Rocco's neck of the woods.)
Shortly after that we came to a gated road, and Rocco was quick to dismount and hold the gate open, I almost thought when Pat passed through Rocco was going to throw his jacket down onto the road, Walter Raleigh-style - I'm fairly sure I saw him bow a little. They rapidly became firm friends, of course.