The hard part was sitting down properly on the T-bar ski lift, or rather not
sitting down. If you sat down, the whole vertical pipe would swoop forward
violently and dump you on your back in the middle of the track for the skier
behind you to pierce you with their long skis. The object of the T-bar was to
brace your knees in a slight crouching position, hang on to the pipe with your
hands, and let the seat drag you to the upper altitudes by the back of your
thighs. Whoever designed this lift deserved a sadistic engineer of the year
award.