So am I supposed to believe that one day some absolutely wild man came up with the idea to put a bunch of people in a cart and send them zooming around loops and dips at dangerous speeds on a rickety track? And people line up for this?
Surely these things cost a ton of money to build and maintain. Who the hell thought this was a good idea???
Ah, but you haven’t lived until you eat a warm, soggy (from melted ice water) dogshit sandwich then go back to spinning around until you have a headache. Somehow never puked once…
I guess I was “lucky” in a sense though that my dad could find the (infinite…) energy to do this shit. He was basically a giant kid himself. It’s weird now to think that he was doing all this stuff when he much younger than I am now. I was almost an adult when he was my age now. So most of the insane stuff he did was mid-late 20s, early 30s for him. Really makes it seem like if you wait to 30 to have kids… ain’t no way you’re keeping up. Or the kids might have a less unstable childhood. Hmm, tradeoffs 🤔