Swirly Hurlys, real and imagined

Last month, I was at the Phoenix airport and took a photo of the exit from the parking lot. It's a big one. Minneapolis/St. Paul airport has one, and my kids liked it when they were little. They called it the swirly hurly. Perhaps that's a common name for a kind of sick-making spiral road.

BUT…. those roads? Always just one-way. Down.

Then I saw this:

Proposed Pleasure Tower, 1937 Paris Exposition
If you click the link above, you can see some details—Restaurant for 2000 guests. Garage to house 500 cars. Beacon 2,300 feet high.

Maybe it's because I'm a mom. Maybe it's because I'm American.
This seems way crazy. One accident—who rescues? Who tows? One automobile over the rail—how many people does it fall on?

Even the artist couldn't get enough space on that road. Check the upper left, car coming up. And they're going into that big parking

What kind of easy suicide tower is that for the pedestrians who took the elevator up, or those on the platform who might've come out of autos. I just don't like it. It spooks me even that someone thought about it and drew it and published it, as though there was anything around it that was a good idea.

Maybe my instincts changed when I became a mother.