I started out today in one of my favorite lazy Saturday ways. Driving / riding all around town checking out any and all garage sales. It’s fun looking through what other people are getting rid of because they’re sick of it, or can’t house it any longer or because they’re moving, or it’s been outgrown, or whatever the reason. I find it relaxing … and often find hidden little gems – things I’ve been looking for, things I’m interested in, obviously lots of stuff for the kiddos, etc. Today, we found bubkiss. Nothing. Nada. Well … ok … a free book for my youngest and an addition (from the first generation) for her ever growing Hex Bug “house”. Otherwise, nothing lol. I consider it a bad yard sale day as far as sales go.
We’d already made plans to spend the afternoon at a fair, so wrapped it up early and picked up my son’s dad who came with us. We stopped off at a little BBQ place on the side of the road and enjoyed a quick lunch before heading back to the house to pick up the rest of the family for a day at the fair. I’d decided I was practically melting wearing my jeans and tee shirt so changed into shorts and a tank top (it was still a dehydrating scorcher of a day)! Then off we went …
Wristbands. Check. Kiddos wanting to ride things. Check. Adults willing to go on things with them. Check. We were good to go. All kinds of kiddie rides were ridden. A blast was being had by all – even those who chose not to ride things. Now I, personally, am a major ride lover. Big or small, I enjoy the thrill of riding rides. Generally speaking, the bigger, the faster, the scarier, the better. Roller coasters, bring em on! Matterhorn/Himalaya , yes please! I’ll even do the tilt-a-whirl , though the older I’m getting, the more those spinning types of rides are beginning to disagree with me. I still love the Spyder/Octopus, etc… up and down, spinning around, it’s all good. After doing several rides with my youngest, I went off to ride a couple of the “adult” rides with my second youngest – and his dad and my step-dad and my mom. We were psyched. Fast ride 1. Awesome. Hmmmm …. new ride I’ve never seen before. Goes up. Goes down. Spins Around. Much like the Spyder/Octopus. Sweet! Let’s do this!
I ride with my step-dad. My second oldest rides with his dad on the opposite side. You MUST have a partner to ride with on this ride. Mom was perfectly happy to sit this one out. She’s not a ride person anyway, so she watched our stuff and stood on the sidelines watching us all wish we were dead. We get strapped in. The music starts. Disturbed “Down with the sickness” begins blaring in our ears. Kick ass song, yes. An insight to what we were about to be introduced to. A better description. As the ride is about to begin I look down and see a screw just sitting beside us on the platform. Oh shit! Did this fall out? Is this a necessary piece of equipment for this ride that is now lifting us into the air? I certainly hope not. It’s all good. This is FUN! The launch to this ride put “The Hulk” at Islands of Adventure to shame.
Whoosh … we were up in the air. We were spinning. We were down. It’s going faster. Whee! Still exciting. Still fun. Bring it on! Is this ride seriously still accelerating? Holy ….. All I can see is flashes of lightness and darkness. We’re spinning in circles. We’re high up in the air. We’re down to the ground. It’s still going faster. Laughter can’t be contained. Then the thought hits me. If that screw WAS important and if this ride malfunctions in ANY capacity, we’d be obliterated. We’d never even be identified if we didn’t have other family there with us. I’m NOT exaggerating when I say it felt as if the ride was hitting 400MPH. I have NEVER in my life been on anything that moved even HALF the speed of this ride. Nausea hit. I knew I wouldn’t get sick, but I knew I was ready to be finished with the ride. Oh no. I wonder how the boys are on the other side? We couldn’t see them due to their placement on the ride to even it out even before the ride started – let along at a billion MPH. OK I’ll try to locate mom and gauge her face. Nope, we’re moving too fast. I’m literally blinded when I open my eyes. It’s nothing but blur. OK. I’ll close my eyes and keep them closed. I have no choice now. My left eye socket HURTS! We’re now moving SO FAST it feels as though my eyeball is literally going to be launched from the socket. HOLY FUCK! Is this ride ever going to end? No. It goes EVEN FASTER! My eyes are hurting. Even closed. I try to find a comfortable placement for my head. Back against the headrest. No. Tucked down into my chest -as far as I can go. No. Oh shit! My head is going to pop off. I may not make it through this ride in one piece. Am I passing out? I’m certainly seconds from it if I haven’t passed out during it. Did I and I’m oblivious? It’s more than possible. Finally. The ride begins to slow down. Praying to get my feet back on the ground. Considering how I’m feeling, I’m in a rush to go see my kiddo on the other side as my mom gives me “OH SHIT” looks from the ground – now that I can finally focus on her. Oh no. Did he puke? Did he fly out? What’s happening over there. We are unbuckled and let out. I stand and almost fall to the floor. I start walking – if you could call it that – to the other side to check on my kiddo and his dad. He’s not looking so good. we all stumble our way off the ride and down to safety. That ride was FUN … but a little too intense – even for me.
So we sit down and start talking about what we just went through. My son wasn’t a minute or two into the ride when he slumped over. Completely. Head in his lap (which is hard to do considering it’s an upright shoulder harness keeping you in). His dad saw his glasses coming up from his ears and grabbed them. He was yelling to him throughout the ride. “Are you OK” – no response. Of course the music was so loud it was nearly impossible to hear anyway. He was sick to his stomach. That was evident by his current color, but what was most shocking … was the “drool” … running down his face. I’m no doctor, and I wasn’t the one sitting with him …. but I’m fairly certain he passed out on that ride… That is some SCARY shit right there … and not that any of us that rode that could even consider another ride after that one (we were finished for the day) … we decided it was time to go. He didn’t remember much about the ride … so I’m pretty sure it either scared him into passing out or his body – much like mine – just shut down and said I don’t think so … I’m going into hibernation until this craziness is over. He’s a teenager – not a youngin – so this makes it even doubly scary. This was a learning experience – for us both – today. Maybe we’ll stick to the rides we KNOW for now on!