91. Scream on a rollercoaster
My brother first got me into rollercoasters. I thought I was a complete pansy, but I was willing to at least try (if only to prove him wrong). We started small and worked out way up to drops and loops and corkscrews. I suppose I have him to blame for the severe case of butterflies I suffered earlier today as I waited in line for the Behemoth (see above). It’s the newest coaster at my local theme park (and by local I mean a ten minute walk away which is fantastic) and has a ridiculous drop (75 degrees, according to its helpful stats page). It gets up to 125 km/h and has a height of 230 ft. I think I was a little justified in my terror, okay?
I didn’t have my brother with me, but his friend (and now my friend) Jon who rubbed my back and told me I was going to love it. And while that very first drop nearly killed me (and the woman behind me who screamed ‘Jesus Chriiiiiiist!’ at the top of her lungs), the rest of it left me grinning and delighted.
I bought a Seasons Pass so I’m guessing this will not be the last time I’m screaming my head off on rollercoasters this year!
