Hole Lotta Fun

I was watching the news the other night, when one of the stories made me cheer. TFB poked his head over the bannister and inquired, "What is it? A sinkhole?" Alas, it was not, but the fact that TFB assumed I was cheering for sinkholes illustrated nicely my love of the phenomena.
I'm not certain why I love sinkholes so. I think it's the fact that no matter how massive the road, how brilliantly constructed the highway, there's nothing that can be done to prevent Mother Nature from getting bitchy and opening up a giant hole in the middle of Man's creations. Pave me, will you? Take that!
The bigger the sinkhole, the better, of course. Extra points for sinkholes that swallow up cars. I can't imagine how surprising it must be to be driving along and then all of a sudden find yourself sitting in a pit ten feet deep. Thankfully, sinkhole injuries seem to be uncommon, unless you're spelunking, in which case you're already indulging in a risky sport, and really, shouldn't be surprised if the cave decides to eat you. (Extra crazy points given to those folks who scuba inside caves and glaciers and such.) If you do find yourself injured in a sinkhole incident, there's a whole world of lawyers out there just waiting to help you profit.
I have not yet witnessed a sinkhole firsthand. A trip to Florida might be my best bet. What can I say? It's my own little version of the Magic Kingdom.