Minutes after taking this photograph I was up there myself, hanging on for dear life.
The weird thing was, that despite the fact that it wasn't, by modern standards, a particularly
scary looking ride, it turned out "worse" than expected. And by worse I mean better. Why?
Because it creaked, it groaned, it was made from wood and the brakes were operated by a
disaffected teenager in the cart at the back.

Somehow, despite the shaky voice in the back of my head reassuring me that it *had* to be safe, the uncertainty was the added thrill that pushed the ride above average.
All the other, insanely wilder rides, looked much too safe.