I have reached my Smith Machine breaking point. I must educate the assclowns at my gym that consider this useless device to be a wet dream with a sliding bar. These jerkoffs are taking benches and plates away from me, interfering with my workouts, not allowing me to do something productive. And for what? To execute a 300-pound partial squat that gives a bad name to partial squats. Yes, I’ve had enough.
I will write a short article of sorts that explains why the Smith Machine blows. It will cover the usual suspects: unnatural bar path, instability of the joints, etc. The article will not appear in any formal journal or publication. No, it can only be seen on the worthless piece of garbage itself – my gym’s Smith Machine.
What’s the plan of attack, you ask? It will be somewhat of a covert-op. No, I won’t be wearing a stocking over my head because that might attract unwanted attention. Rather, as I do a one-arm static hang from the Smith, I will use my free limb to affix the literature to the bar. Duck tape seems like a good choice to hold it in place. I’ll then casually roll across the floor and take my position behind the hip adductor machine. The 230-pound fox that’s sure to be adducting herself to a tight ass and firmer thighs will provide me with a much needed shield. With her unknowing help, I can safely use my telescopic lens to enjoy the bewildered expressions from the “loyalists.”
Finally, take note. I will charge a nominal fee to come to your gym and provide this service. I am now booking reservations.