I sat on a bench across from the big drop of the rollercoaster. I liked listening to the people scream. Some of the screams were enthusastic, like the man who went down with a series of monosyllables – something like whoa-hoo-ya-di-ya! Others seemed sincerely surprised - one guy erupted in a kind of gurgling wind-up at the top of the drop, then paused, then resumed screaming halfway down. Of course there were the glass-shatterers, mostly female, who let loose at one rippling pitch all the way to the bottom. I had a sinus headache that kept me off the ride, but the rest of the family went on. The line was long, and I’d experienced a great deal of screaming by the time their turn came. Still I laughed like hell when I saw my husband round the uppermost curve, and heard him scream bloody murder into the plunge.
(this is a re-post in honor of finally getting the photo scanned)
5 comments:
I thought for sure you'd gotten that picture from the web until I read the last bit. It's so perfect - as was your description of wails.
It's real. Two grown men, at Legoland.
Great photo Sarah. I like their grips on the safety bars. I recall a similar photo of myself and children descending. All my kids had their arms up in the air while I looked like a jockey in the stretch experiencing 3g's on his face. All I could do was endure silently.
Why endure silently when screaming is the final freedom?!
I still laugh at how my husband looks like Oswald being shot by Jack Ruby.
Paralysis mostly. The ride was called the Magnum. 200 foot 60 degree drop, Ahhhhhhhhh.That feels better.
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