I will never go to an amusement park again. I worked with a man who did maintenance in an industrial setting. Formerly with an amusement park in Ohio. Guy was so incompetent no one wanted to work with him. Years later my girlfriend at the time wanted to go to the amusement park. While on the roller coaster I had a thought of Bob. The fun was over and I just kept looking for loose bolts and examining the timber construction.
Many years ago I took my little cousin on the “Merry Mixer’ ride at the local carnival.
At the apogee of each turn, I felt a strange clunking/grinding noise.
I held on to her until the ride was over.
When we finally stopped and exited the seat, they shut down the ride and came out to remove it.
The bolts holding the seat on had worn almost all the way through the rusted sheet metal.
I’m not sure what I would’ve done had she and I been flung out over the parked cars, still strapped into that heavy metal object.
Haven’t been on a carnival ride, since.