A quick Ronnie Coleman story:
I used to go to a gym in East Rutherford, NJ, called Strong and Shapely. It was owned by a guy named Bob Bonham, who was a promoter for a lot of bodybuilding events. The gym was a real iron gym, and a bit intimidating at first, but actually a great place to workout, and had a lot of men and women competitors in there at any given time. There were a lot of very, very big dudes in there, and it was almost all free weights, with some machines and cardio equipment in a separate room.
So one day I'm going through my routine for that day, and there's this giant guy over doing reps on the seated calf raise machine. He kept adding 45 pound plates until no more would fit. He was wearing a weight belt with a name embroidered on it, but his shirt was half covering it, so I wasn't sure what it said. I'm watching this in-between my sets, and after him catching me watching for the third time, I figured I had better go talk to him, or look like a creep. He turned and faced me as I walked over, and held out his hand to shake right away. I asked, "are you Ronnie Coleman?", and he smiled and said he was. I introduced myself and asked what brought him to the gym. He said that Bob was a good friend, and he always likes to work out here when he's in the area. (I learned later that some big names get paid for "gym appearances" as they travel around the country) We talked for a couple minutes, and went back to our workouts. I had a few of the other gym-regular guys I saw whenever I was at the gym come and ask me if that was Ronnie Coleman. Even in the locker room, people asked if that was him, and commented on how big he was. He really was huge, words really can't describe it, and when we stood face-to-face, he blocked off half of the room. Seemed like a nice guy though, and I shook his hand a couple other times when he was there in following years.