Yep.. I have - er - had - the really big heavy stainless steel one.
I used mine for everything from canning to cooking big deer roasts. I have pulled and torn my shoulder muscles a few times as I was getting it onto the stove - I'm only 5 ft tall - during canning seasons.
After 25 some odd years of faithful service; it blew the other day. I was cooking a big roast and it blew all over the ceiling, cabinets, counters, floor....
. When one blows like a geyser the only thing you can do is watch and wait until it finishes spewing.
It took 40 minutes to wash, rinse, and clean everything up. Gus was happy though - he tried to clean up the floor before I got to it. Never did find the little rubbery relief valve, though. 
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Then Hubby comes in from work and asks when supper will be ready.
Here I am - wet from washing, rinsing, and cleaning it up;
my T-shirt ripped from fighting Gus because he thought he could eat anything with the beef gravy on it;
my hair still wet with the beef juices that had been dripping from the ceiling and cabinets before I could get it cleaned;
and pulling on my wet dish towel to get it away from Gus.
I told him that due to circumstances beyond my control, namely - the pressure cooker blew up; it would be about another hour.
You would think that after over 30 years of marriage, he would know that walking in on a scene like that, he should have asked if he could help, or just said 'Ok' and went back out on the porch.
Nope.
He said it wasn't good for Gus to have something pulled out of his mouth like that, and why was I letting him play with a dishtowel to begin with, and then asked if I had made an apple cobbler for dessert.
Blessed be
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