I have a confession to make.
I don't like heights.
Now up until fairly recently. I didn't know I had this little problem, after all, in my younger years I climbed trees and the odd abandoned building with no qualms whatsoever and since then I've happily wandered about on rooftops and clifftops, happy as a mong with an icecream.
Thing is, all of these have one common feature.
I might be splatting distance from the ground but there's something nice and solid under my feet.
A cable-car, on the other hand, is a fragile box suspended from a worryingly thin bit of wire by another worryingly thin bit of wire.
You know when is a bad time to discover that cable-cars freak you out?
When you've just pulled away from the platform and the car begins to sway in the hitherto unremarkable breeze and you can't help but look down at the Matchbox sized cars at the bottom of the valley and you realise that if the cable snaps it will take a team of JCBs to fill in the hole you will make in the earth's crust...
The next ten minutes were possibly the least fun I've ever had in my life. Whimpering may have been involved.
Aging Teddy boys in pubs scare me too. Psychos the lot of them.
(Big D, Sun 8 Apr 2012, 23:20, 2 replies)

I took a cablecar across some of the Alps in France

Bloody thing got stuck and we were stood in it, about eight of us, for a good 20 minutes. I don't like them either now.
( Turquoise Hexagon Sun has just dropped acid on, Mon 9 Apr 2012, 15:37, closed)

^^This
Having them stop is pretty bad. Those little six-man ones you get in ski resorts are even worse though.
( MatJ LOOK, Mon 9 Apr 2012, 21:46, closed)