There’s a swing in a valley near my Norwegian relatives, a long long roped swing that sails out and over the valley. It’s a thrill, it’s a gut grabber, and it’s seldom without someone in the seat. The designers know that the rope is fragile, and they also know that it’s designed to be workable for about 12 months, more or less, and then at some point the rope snaps. The “swinger” at that point goes flying and flailing into a 300 foot valley. The people who swing on it know this, and that adds to the thrill. Such a beautiful feeling but in the back of their minds they know that it could suddenly give way and throw a person to that person’s final flight.
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