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LSC has a husband who is not a big fan of theme parks. The rides in particular are what he dislikes most. And what is a theme park without rides but a crowded park. So every year or two we get together and venture out into the wild world or roller coasters. Our last foray was not only unsuccessful, but nearly killed us. We made the mistake of going to the CNE and almost plummeted to our deaths when the operator of the drop zone forgot to lower our restraints.That memory has somewhat faded and this morning at approximately 10:23 I found myself strapped into Canada Wonderland’s new roller coaster Behemoth. Before the first plunge, you could see over everything in the park – including the mountain! Oh My God! It was unbelievable! We figured if we started there, we would avoid a wicked line later and be able to handle any other ride.
The lines were pretty much none-existent but I am not sure why. The sky threatened rain all day but none came. It is the holidays and the kids are out of school, but they didn’t seem to be at the park. So short were the lines that we managed to hit the Psyclone, Time Warp, Flight Deck, Dragon Fire, Wild Beast, Vortex, The Bat, Mighty Canadian Mindbuster, SkyRider (which I am convinced cracked my lower ribs as I tightened the restraint as much as possible to avoid flying out), Krachenwagen and we finished the day with another run on the Behemoth. It was a roller coaster sandwich with Behemoth bread.
After Psyclone, we needed a bit of a sit….and we both promised that would be the last ride we did that spun. That was almost the end of the day. But after a rest in some AC and a little something to eat, we were back at it.
As we were flung here and there, bashed about and generally bruised all over, we kept screaming “I hate this” and “we are never doing this again”. But 15 minutes in line seems to numb the brain and we soon found ourselves being strapped in for more “fun”.
Seven hours later, we called it quits. The “discounted tickets after 5:00” crowd started to make things less desirable. And really, there was nothing else we wanted to do. We did go check the line at the drop tower, but neither of us could muster the courage to go on that again. We knew it was a different park, but death is death and we didn’t want to tempt it again.
Next year LSC, we RIDE again.
posted by Robert Mitchell L.L. at
7:07 PM
3 Comments:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,
but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and
smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees
but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more
problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our
possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and
hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to
life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but
have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer
space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air,
but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold
more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less
and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of
two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one
night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer,
to quiet, to kill.
GC
am I being told to slow down? I don't understand the assignment? I spent the day with a high school friend doing what we like on a big roller coaster? Do I come across as angry?
Anonymous has listed a plethora of nostalgic nonsense, culled mostly, I suspect, from right wing, Readers Digest "wisdom" from the 1950's, and annoying, vaguely inspirational spam emails that most people delete instead of absorb. Our view points are expanding (gay marriage), and as far as I can see we haven't as yet cleaned up our air. As for broken homes, morality, and not praying more - please. Things were never that idealistic. If anything, we've learned as a society not to meekly submit to the will of anyone. It's healthy to question authority, and to make one's life as happy as possible.
We all need to ride more rollercoasters.
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