I have no past experience with cable cars even close to what you've described. But I don't like them either, and even though there is no logical sense to it ... I avoid them. They don't have the same heart-pounding, edge-of-death issues as say, bungee-jumping or ziplining (which I won't do either!!) I'm not especially bothered by glass elevators outside of buildings, or heights per se. So ... I don't understand it.

Those rope bridges slung across chasms in South America are kind of in the same league. I don't think I'd cross those either. (I've never considered myself a wuss -- but after this post, I may have to rethink that.)

Since 9/11 I pretty much avoid high-rise buildings, too. I look down from many flights up -- and think of what it must have been like for those doomed people to stand in a similar place and realize they had two choices. To burn to death ... or step out into space. When your choices come down to that ... OMG. I hope there's Karma somewhere in the future for the people who did this ... and I don't think it was all "the Muslims" ... IYKWIM.

I don't fly any more for some of the same reasons. I used to enjoy flying -- and really enjoy the sensation of speed at take-off and landing. But even before 9/11 I would look around before the flight doors closed and think to myself, "Are these really the people I want to die with?" It stopped being a joke after a while.

Now flying is so uncomfortable, such a hassle, so intrusive and awful ... @catweasel and I have decided -- we don't need to go anywhere that much if there's an airplane involved. If we can't drive there ... too bad. It's not on our list any more. I'm much more comfortable with those choices than with the alternative.

Que sera, sera is certainly true on some level. But so is ... To Each His Own. (So I'll close this comment with "Dueling Song Titles." I'm glad you made it through and are still here. Keep doing that.)