(10) You head down Route 237 and as you pull up, you can't help but bop your head along to the jingle. Come on down to the... IX... Indoor.... Amuuuuusement Park. Classic. Anyway, you're not here for that but instead for some winter-time expo that sets your mind in a summertime mood. The motorocycle show. The RV show. The home and garden show. It's always something, and today it's just the ticket. Browsing the finest offerings in Cleveland's finest indoor exposition center has you positively gleeful. And it's that wave that sparks a thought as you eye the indoor ferris wheel. Sure does put a damper on these festivities that it's not running. Seeing that thing circling sure would be nice. So you find an electrical box, jimmy it open, hit a couple of switches. Whirr. Whirr. Whirr. It clangs to life after an asthmatic start, and before a nearby security guard can intervene you're in a seat and heading higher and imagining a warm summer carnival. But something goes wrong. When you're sitting at the apex the machine comes to an abrupt and unpleasant halt. Promises of help and rescue arrive via megaphones below but the help and rescue never do, as everyone gets distracted by the waterskiing squirrel. Your death is the first edit in the year 2020 to the IX Center's Wikipedia page, which still somehow doesn't include an entry about the jingle, a fact you mourn from your perch in the afterlife.
Better luck next time. Try again by restarting on page 1.