I love roller coasters. Wooden, steel, with loops, without, I love them all. But I'm not an adrenaline junkie. Not really. I've never jumped out of an airplane or dangled from a rubber band or anything else that adrenaline junkies do. But roller coasters? I could ride them all day long. With a break for lunch and dinner, of course.
I poked around on YouTube for a bit to find some front-seat views of coasters (And yes, I do sit in the very front when I ride them.), so if dropping down several hundred feet and whipping around corners with your hair trailing in the breeze isn't your idea of fun, you might not want to watch these.
This is one of my favorite coasters. The ride is fabulous.
And this one, because nothing compares to the rickety feel and the sound of a wooden coaster.
And this one. You are warned, the folks who made the video are a little vocal, and it cuts out before the ride is done, but it gives a great shot of the first hill, which is made of awesome.
I've never ridden this one, but I'd love to. In fact, I'd love to go to Cedar Point and spend several days riding all their coasters. What a dream vacation that would be.
One of my favorite all-time rides is the Zipper. But the last time I was on one, I almost knocked myself out. I think I need to wear a helmet the next time.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
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The people behind me would be sprayed with vomit. Oh good lord, no. I prefer a nice sedate carousel.
Yikes! You can have your roller coasters and your zipper. Me, I prefer to keep living! :-)
Hey girl. Nominated you as strange. Post going up soon as soon as the list is compiled.
I followed you from over at E.F. Collins's blog. I love roller coasters too. In fact, I spend far more time playing Roller Coaster Tycoon than I should. My own writing might not be better, but there would be more of it.
I see you are represented by Mark McVeigh. Fun story. About a year ago, I started querying and headed off to my first SCBWI conference in Orlando. Not knowing anyone, I must have looked lost, because Bruce Coville invited me to sit with him. Then Mark McVeigh came in and sat down next to me. The funny part is, he had rejected me only days before. He, of course, had no way of knowing who I was, but he kept giving me odd looks, as though I was going to corner him and launch into a pitch session. I did not, but enjoyed thinking he was intimidated, which I'm sure he was not. Well, I never did talk to him about it, because people kept coming up to him, all agog because he was Mark McVeigh. I guess we both missed our second chance that day.
Sorry that was so long. I'll go home now.
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