Quoted from gweempose:As patrons of a park like this, we tend to trust the powers that be to protect us. One would naturally assume that rides like this are not allowed to operate unless they pass some type of official inspection by the state.
That's the scariest thing. The older I get, the further away from that thinking I swing. Going to the local fair and other such events, I'm always slightly terrified at the idea of those rides being packed and moved from town to town, and (excuse the stereotype) setup and run by fringe members of society. I'd guess that there's some sort of governing source that has to sign off on those rides.. but how many? Is that guy having a bad day? Does he even care? Did his boss just piss him off? No one really questions those things until a tragedy happens - and very sadly that always means it's too late for one family.
I rode on a scrambler at a fair against my own better judgement somewhat recently. The operator wisely suggested that we put my daughter on the interior to avoid her getting squished (read: crushed). It's amazing how much that ride forces you to the external wall of the cart. I heard creaking on that cart as I tried my best to keep my weight off of the wall, and I spent most of the ride thinking about how if the welds didn't hold, that I would be flung down on the metal bird nest of equipment about 4 feet down, followed closely by my sister and daughter.