Rode this yesterday:
Freaked me the ever loving flip out (no pun intended). Didgeridoo Boy *loves* that ride, and I promised him I would try it, but as soon as I stepped out of that infernal somersaulting, tumbling, plummeting (backwards upside damned down plummeting, no less) hell trap I looked him dead in the eye (all six of them - he had six eyes for some reason...) and said, "I love you, but I am never doing that with you again."
Let me put it this way: You know you are royally screwed when the guy working the ride closes the cage, looks you dead in the eye and in a VERY serious (like, *dire*) tone says, "Hold on TIGHT to those bars."
Other than that (and the Zipper was the first thing we rode), I had the best time I have ever had at the fair - ate "bad" food (it's all relative), fell in love with The Scrambler all over again, played around with gravity, tilted, whirled, flying bobbed backwards, and came home exhausted and more blissed out than I ever thought possible. Can't wait to do it again.
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