So I went to Knott's Berry Farm with a bunch of cool people for ladybrick
's birthday on Sunday. And the thing is, I've never really been a roller coaster person. Or, well, I've always liked roller coasters, but I liked them the same way I like horror movies: I think they're groovy-cool, and it makes me happy that they exist, and I wish
I liked actually watching them, but I don't, really.
But I went to Knott's, and here is the thing I discovered: I like roller coasters before I get on them and after I have been on them for about ten seconds. It's just those first ten seconds where I find them absolutely terrifying. I wrote a timeline to demonstrate my thought process.Looking at the coaster, deciding whether to get in line:
That looks okay, it doesn't go backwards or have a lot of loops. Yeah, I want to go on this one.In line:
This will be fun! I will get on the roller coaster and enjoy it and I will finally be a person who likes roller coasters!Next in line:
I'm sort of nervous, actually. But I'm going to get on the roller coaster, because why did I stand in line this whole time? I'll be fine.Putting on seat belt:
Yeah, this'll be fine. Totally, totally fine.Click, click, click, click, click:
Wait. I hate roller coasters. WHY AM I INESCAPABLY HARNESSED INTO A TINY LITTLE TRAIN CAR OF DEATH??? I WANT TO GET OFF!!After the first big drop:
*whimper* Is it over? Do I get to get off, now?Five seconds later:
Hey, there's kind of a rhythm to this. Five seconds after that:
Haha, this is kind of fun! Wheee!End of ride:
That was fun! I love roller coasters!
Sadly this happens on every
ride, not just the first one of the day. So I had given myself a headache by dinner time and my shoulders are still sore from all the clenching and clinging and holding on for dear life.
Also? That Sidewinder ride with the swivelly cars? Pure evil. But the Pony Express one was fun. And there was pie and excellent company, so an overall win.