I still have a scar on my right forearm from a sheered off cotter-pin that broke off the door latch on the "Zipper" many years ago. Damn door flew open in the middle of our ride and we're screaming for the carney to stop the ride while we're manually holding the door shut! Carney finally brought the ride to a stop and we were able to fall out of the car/cage. I showed the carney my bleeding arm and he sent me to a first aid tent. Hell I was maybe 13 or 14 at the time so I didn't think nothing of it back then.
U.M.
U.M.