Clunk. Safe. Clunk. Safe. Clunk. Safe. As you hear the clunk of the bars being pushed down onto the riders in front of you, you are reassured that everyone's cart has been safe so far. Now the worker, a teenage college kid working here as a summer job, has arrived at your cart.

As he pushes down on the bar to make sure it's safe and tight enough, the reassuring "clunk" becomes a slightly annoying "crush." This safety bar is beyond safe. This safety bar has stolen all comfortableness as well as all mobility in your legs and feelings in your genitals. This is like getting a bear hug around your waist. This is like wearing your 10-year-old sister's jeans. This is more uncomfortable than Santa Clause probably felt when you thought it would be funny to sit on the old man's lap when you were 17. Don't worry about those bones that the bar is crushing, you don't need bones to enjoy the ride......"dispatch."
It's just slightly annoying.
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