In the past few days, I’ve had the opportunity to do something I haven’t done since college (which ended almost 14 years ago, incidentally).
I rode roller coasters.
Specifically, I rode Space Mountain at the Magic Kingdom (twice), and at Universal Studios I rode Dragon Challenge (both tracks), Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey, and The Incredible Hulk Coaster (twice).
I chickened out of Space Mountain when I was nine. I was so thrilled to be riding it this week… and then I rode the others.
Space Mountain is for wussies.
(Okay, it’s a different experience, not a wussier one. And I enjoyed the heck out of it both times. But my point is…)
The Incredible Hulk Coaster actually startled me a bit — I’m used to going up the first hill slowly and then taking off at incredible speed when you drop. With the Hulk, you’re about a third of the way up the ramp and suddenly it rockets you forward and directly into a corkscrew.
The Dragon Challenge was a lot of fun — both tracks — and it was the first time I’d been in a suspended coaster since I was a senior in high school. I’d ride that thing a hundred times given the opportunity.
But the one I enjoyed the most — where I had the most fun — was the Forbidden Journey coaster. I’ve never been on a virtual coaster like that in which there are projections as well as animatronics that make you feel like you’re really being attacked by bad guys. (The Whomping Willow came pretty dang close to actually whomping us, and the dragon’s steamy breath was physically hot on our faces and arms.)
I think if I were given the opportunity, I’d spend an entire day riding coasters.
I just don’t understand how anyone manages to have the breath to scream on those things.