Back in college (I'm realizing that was a lot longer ago than I like to think it was) I had borrowed my uncle's ancient weight set (rusted bars and adjustable dumbbell handles, sand filled plastic weights, rickety old bench). The dumbells had collars with a simple screw that you turned to hold the weights on (I was always leary of those, and after the soon to be mentioned incident, replaced them).
Anywhat, I was doing dumbbell pullovers with 70ish pounds when one of the collars decided to leave. Had all that weight smash me right on the forehead and bridge of my nose.
Fortunately I somehow managed to escape that unscathed.
Now, another incident didn't involve me, but was around the same time. To summarize a long tale, a middle aged, mid-life crisis man walks in to the university gym, reall skinny, jeans and sweat shirt, little black comb in his back pocket that appeared in between every single set to style his thinning hair.
His workout consisted of jumping in to sets of the much younger, much stronger guys (mostly football players and then me) and struggling to do what they were doing and failing miserably. But of course not willing to admit it. I had finished using the legsled, but walked away before unloading it (only 3 or 4 plates a side or something wussy).
Mid-Life Crisis Man hops in the seat, puts his feet up, releases the safeties...and promptly gets pinned by the weight at the bottom. He wiggles out, removes one plate, sits back down and strains for a bit. Wiggles out, removes one more plate, sits back down and strains for a bit. He kept only removing one plate at a time until he only had one plate left, at which point the sled finally budged. Must have been doing a drop set.
I'm not picking on that guy because he wasn't as strong as someone else, but because he refused to work within his means and was trying to prove he was still viril or something.
Take it easy,