By John Symms

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Whenever I get into a tram or gondola, I feel a subtle apprehension that I'm going to die. The thought rarely occurs to me on a chairlift, but for some reason, rides in suspended cable cars fill my head with visions of Einstein's elevator thought experiment followed by a physically brutal laundry machine simulation that lasts until terrain obstacles either halt my steel enclosure's rapid descent or completely cave in its walls upon me. I shake it off though. Don't be silly, gondolas don't collap ...

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