First Ride of the Season

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  Not my picture but-- gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Okay.  It's hitting me now.  I am going far far away for three months.  It feels like the first ride of the season.  Your pre-ride chat with your friends to cover for each others' nervousness is over.  Before you know it, it's your turn.  You get on the ride, and you're on your own.  Every man for himself.  You get strapped in and hear the gears start to turn.  Can't look back now.  You have no control over your physical body as it gets transported up that steel structure, but your mind is already flying, imagining the utter terror of the drop.  Don't look down, you tell yourself.  But you inadvertently look anyway and it only serves to reinforce your fears.  Suddenly, the gears stop-- you think, "thank God the suspense is over."

But wait.  




That means you're at the top, the pinnacle, the apex, the summit, the zenith.  Breathe.  You risk your sanity and look again.

"Oo, beautiful scenerrr--eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

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