I don’t understand the attraction of roller coasters and other (to me) pointlessly scary rides. (And painful — once a couple of friends of mine cajoled me onto something called “the Himalaya.” It was basically a giant turntable thing that was somewhat tilted. Seats that could fit three people were arranged around the edge, and the thing would start spinning until it was going extremely fast. If you sat on the outermost seat your friends in the middle would squash you. I sat on the outermost seat. One of my friends was very fat, and at this time I was rather thin. Anyway, I got both painfully squashed and extremely nauseated, and needless to say didn’t have any fun at all.)
Anyway, as I was saying, I don’t know why people are into stuff like this. Free fall drops, bungee jumping… I could understand if it was training for something like being an astronaut or a navy Seal, but for fun? We really have too much time on our hands.
Oh, goody–now gross-out is coming to the rides at parks? Just what I didn’t need. I don’t enjoy seeing body parts and blood everywhere. Not scary, just disgusting. What is the fascination with torture p()rn, anyway?
There’s two kinds of people in the world: “No F’in Way!”, and “…looks like fun.”
Andrea, though I have the greatest respect for you, you don’t get it and never will. Adrenaline is the finest, purest, greatest high in the known universe. Motorcycles, rollercoasters, white-water rafting, fights, crazy women… anything that gets the juices flowing, that lets you know you’re alive.
Yeah, sometimes it can kill you. But you’re never more alive than when you’re at risk of death.
I will admit that combinig a rollercaoster with torture p()rn is basically BS. I refused to watch Saw in the theatres and have no desire to be subjected to it in an amusement park.
I already know I’m alive. And I’ve never wanted to get high — by “pure” means or otherwise.
“…you’re never more alive than when you’re at risk of death.”
Nope — no, I’m pretty sure I’m 100% alive right now sitting in my chair.
I do know how it feels to be “never more alive,” and it was not on a “thrill ride.”
I find I enjoy the 99% of aliveness I must normally settle for, a whole lot more than that extra 1% was worth.
I would like to ride the World’s great coasters with pilots and space geeks. The part I don’t like is the stupid screaming. ST_U and enjoy the ride, kid.
I’ve done the jet trainer combat ride parachuting, much more than 100mph in a car and on a cycle and every roller coaster I can find. I just like the sensation of going fast in as many directions as possible. If I had 20 million, I’d be on Soyuz.
I ride an 1100cc motorcycle and race around 200 or 300 km courses in engineless airplanes (sailplanes). I’ve done aerobatics in a Tiger Moth and a Texan.
But I have not and most probably will not ever bungee jump, or go on a roller coaster more extreme (and less scenic) than those at disneyland.
I just don’t see the point in doing things that don’t have an element of skill and control.
I’m good with thrill seeking, and I agree that the occasional living like you’re dying brings out more of an appreciation for life.
I’d give this rollercoaster a ride, but I don’t think it would give as much a thrill than an experience. I’m less concerned about the free fall drop than I am the spiraling in the background, which looks like a good deal of negative G’s. Maybe that’s another coaster.
No bungee jumping for me, I just don’t put as much trust in that as I can steel rails.
A friend of mine used a roller coaster to soften up his fiance to be.
I don’t understand the attraction of roller coasters and other (to me) pointlessly scary rides. (And painful — once a couple of friends of mine cajoled me onto something called “the Himalaya.” It was basically a giant turntable thing that was somewhat tilted. Seats that could fit three people were arranged around the edge, and the thing would start spinning until it was going extremely fast. If you sat on the outermost seat your friends in the middle would squash you. I sat on the outermost seat. One of my friends was very fat, and at this time I was rather thin. Anyway, I got both painfully squashed and extremely nauseated, and needless to say didn’t have any fun at all.)
Anyway, as I was saying, I don’t know why people are into stuff like this. Free fall drops, bungee jumping… I could understand if it was training for something like being an astronaut or a navy Seal, but for fun? We really have too much time on our hands.
Oh, goody–now gross-out is coming to the rides at parks? Just what I didn’t need. I don’t enjoy seeing body parts and blood everywhere. Not scary, just disgusting. What is the fascination with torture p()rn, anyway?
There’s two kinds of people in the world: “No F’in Way!”, and “…looks like fun.”
Andrea, though I have the greatest respect for you, you don’t get it and never will. Adrenaline is the finest, purest, greatest high in the known universe. Motorcycles, rollercoasters, white-water rafting, fights, crazy women… anything that gets the juices flowing, that lets you know you’re alive.
Yeah, sometimes it can kill you. But you’re never more alive than when you’re at risk of death.
I will admit that combinig a rollercaoster with torture p()rn is basically BS. I refused to watch Saw in the theatres and have no desire to be subjected to it in an amusement park.
I already know I’m alive. And I’ve never wanted to get high — by “pure” means or otherwise.
“…you’re never more alive than when you’re at risk of death.”
Nope — no, I’m pretty sure I’m 100% alive right now sitting in my chair.
I do know how it feels to be “never more alive,” and it was not on a “thrill ride.”
I find I enjoy the 99% of aliveness I must normally settle for, a whole lot more than that extra 1% was worth.
I would like to ride the World’s great coasters with pilots and space geeks. The part I don’t like is the stupid screaming. ST_U and enjoy the ride, kid.
I’ve done the jet trainer combat ride parachuting, much more than 100mph in a car and on a cycle and every roller coaster I can find. I just like the sensation of going fast in as many directions as possible. If I had 20 million, I’d be on Soyuz.
most americans are riding this Coaster right now
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2757699799528285056
Mr. Simberg:
Wuss.
Respectfully,
B LEWIS
I ride an 1100cc motorcycle and race around 200 or 300 km courses in engineless airplanes (sailplanes). I’ve done aerobatics in a Tiger Moth and a Texan.
But I have not and most probably will not ever bungee jump, or go on a roller coaster more extreme (and less scenic) than those at disneyland.
I just don’t see the point in doing things that don’t have an element of skill and control.
I’m good with thrill seeking, and I agree that the occasional living like you’re dying brings out more of an appreciation for life.
I’d give this rollercoaster a ride, but I don’t think it would give as much a thrill than an experience. I’m less concerned about the free fall drop than I am the spiraling in the background, which looks like a good deal of negative G’s. Maybe that’s another coaster.
No bungee jumping for me, I just don’t put as much trust in that as I can steel rails.
A friend of mine used a roller coaster to soften up his fiance to be.