I have a lot of time for the top shot bunker.
I occasionally play with my dad who is inevitably getting on a bit and has never been much of a player. One particular course we often play in the summer features a bunker 150 yards or so from the tee. You can go around it if you're very accurate but clearly the shot is to go over it. Anyway, the point is that last summer, after faithfully declaring, yet again, that he could never get over it, my dad duly carried it. It produced a sense of achievement the high handicapper doesn't experience too often.
Similarly, talking to a friend recently, another guy who doesn't play a great deal, he was telling me about another course he likes where apparently you have to carry a huge bomb crater from the tee. I was, for a few moments, beginning to wonder if we were talking about the same course until I realised that he was absolutely correct. It had never occurred to me that what I remembered as a nondescript ditch in front of the tee was actually a fearsome hazard for some, something to be proud to fly. And if such things provide such excitement, which they so clearly do, how can they be anything but good for the game?