I think this is the wrong slinky ride. scarred me for life. I thought i was going on the slinky ride. Suddenly, I was in a dark room, and a scary man ...
I think this is the wrong slinky ride. scarred me for life. I thought i was going on the slinky ride. Suddenly, I was in a dark room, and a scary man came out of the bathroom. I dont know what hapenned after that, but I recently woke up from a 30 year long coma and the doctors say that was the last place i was.
This ride was so cool. Even though we had to take my flint stone car to here and we had to build the pyramids along the way. I than fought some barbar...
This ride was so cool. Even though we had to take my flint stone car to here and we had to build the pyramids along the way. I than fought some barbarians and then they got mad and challenged me to go on dun dun dun “SKATE BOARDDD.” I said ok bcuz i not taking that lightly so I went on this ride and It was smooth and went way faster than my flintstone mobile. Now I told the barbarians I went on it and they asked for proof so I took grug “Rhymes with grug” along with me again as proof because they would trust grug. And than I quickly built the colosseum and went on my way. I had to build the Big Ben and doges palace which took a few minutes and than I swam across the ocean and found the titanic but that didn’t sink until 1912 so I had to not say anything. I than built America and than told king Kevin to give me Greenland and than he started crashing out and tried getting master chief to fight me but he just said nah. Grug than got mad and punched king kev and I rode the coaster. IT was really cool and I flung grug back and than he was happy. The end.
Five stars for the most surreal and strangely tender coaster ride of my life. After a long day at Disney I retreated back to my hotel at 11pm. On goog...
Five stars for the most surreal and strangely tender coaster ride of my life. After a long day at Disney I retreated back to my hotel at 11pm. On google maps I saw Fun Spot would close at 12 so I thought why not? And rode a scooter over there. It was 55 degrees and the dead of a Wednesday night. Not a soul in sight at the otherwise cheerfully lit Fun Spot. A sea of carnival-esque rides standing dormant, operators waiting for someone - anyone - to patronize their attraction. I walk up to the entrance to White Lightning just to scope it out. I ascend the stairs and ask the operator “do I pay here?”. “Yeah. Hundred bucks,” he says sternly. I laugh, though I’m not sure I laughed in a way that suggested I understood he was just kidding. “Doesn’t matter. You can just go,” he offered, gesturing me onto the rickety old coaster without my paying any money. I asked if I should sit in front or back. He told me back row is most fun. As I situate myself in the front of the rear car, a woman (mid-20’s I’d say) casually waltzes over: “I’ll go again,” she says with utter stoicism. She takes a seat behind me. As the operators lackadaisically fasten our restraints, I take stock of my senses. On this clear and chilly night, I’m sitting with one other soul on a wooden coaster in a desolate theme park. Not one of us is rushing the operation; getting this coaster up and running feels like a casual time to stop and smell the roses. As the operator checks my restraints, he lets out a half-sincere “thing’s about to fall apart.” Then we’re sent up the loud chain lift. Halfway up the woman behind me shouts “you ever been on Velocicoaster?! I love that one.” and before I could respond were cascading down a thrilling drop, and blasting our way through a rough, ragged, and exciting track layout. “DAMN!” I exclaim as the train comes to a halt. I get up and wave to the operator. “Thanks man,” I say. “Yup,” he nods. The girl behind me says “I’m gonna try the front row.” As I walk away I hear the train ascend the lift once more. But like Orpheus, I feel I mustn’t’ look back at my beloved Eurydice as I exit this dreamlike trance. After traversing the empty, echoing park, I emerge on the sidewalk feeling as if I’ve stumbled out of a dream, my soul momentarily drifting through a dissociated yet sweetly tender underworld of lost apparitions in the night. At Disney I felt like a cog in the corporate machine - get in and out fast as possible, don’t bother the overworked and underpaid cast members, be a fly on the wall and just enjoy your time. At Fun Spot America, I felt something human- as if my late grandmother had sat at my bedside to read me a story before I doze off. The ride experience was rough, jarring, and loaded with the implication that it’s falling apart (which, in itself, is human). As I tucked myself into bed in my arctic freezing hotel room, i thought to myself: Come morning, that gentle operator and my fellow rider may cease to exist. Perhaps myself too.
