I had a rope swing break when I was kid - that was the first time I broke my tailbone. A porch swing broke with mom when she was hugely pregnant with Kelsey and scared us to death. Emilee broke her nose trying to do a trick on a swing. Just the other day, Canaan's horse tire swing came out of the ceiling while he was riding it. At least two other porch swing "incidents" pop into my head, and that is without having to push too far into the recesses of my memory.
So, when Mom asked for a new porch swing for Mother's day, we wanted to make sure we got the strongest, toughest, most secure gear available.
We made sure we secured it all the way through the wood, instead of just into the wood.
We bought the chain link attachments rated to hold 800 lbs each.
We thought that we were prepared for anything, so we decided to enjoy our swing.
Anyone care to guess what happened approximately 15 seconds after I took this last picture?
The entire piece of wood that the swing was attached to split in half.
That is just the way the Binkley luck works with swings.
Perhaps we shouldn't use them anymore?
(They aren't posers, are they???)