Even though I knew heights made me really dizzy, I paid $20 to go on a helicopter tour in a two-man copter with the pilot's seat on my right.
The copter was like the cheapest kind they make, it has no doors and a shoulder belt with no lap belt. As soon as I got in the thing I felt like I was about to fall out the door.
As the copter took off, I instinctively grabbed the pilot's hand that was between the two seats. (No we didn't "hold hands.") I only vaguely remember doing this because all I really remember was great fear and looking down. I couldn't help but look down, I had virtually nothing between me and certain death. Then the pilot told me to let go of his hand, which I was white-knuckling with all my might, so he could do some maneuver. He banked left, which practically gave me a heart attack because I was looking straight down at a river. And I had lost my only grip on safety. I tried to hang on to the shoulder belt, but it felt like a very thin string.
We landed, and thankfully, the tour was finally over. No I didn't ask for my money back.