What is it that makes a roller coaster so much fun?
Is it the fear that you might actually be tossed from the ride? Do we get on these creations just to flirt with Death? To make us feel more alive? I don’t think that’s it. If we actually believed there was a risk, these rides would be much less popular.
Is it, then, the unexpected drops and spins and turns and loops? The unforeseen, sudden change in direction that throws us sideways in the harness? If this were true, we’d only ride each roller coaster a few times before getting bored with it, and that’s not the case.
I think it’s just be the thrill of the ride. The wind in your face, the clatter of the track, and the excited screaming of the person you’re with. Sure, there will be jolts and bumps, and you might have an honest fear for a minute, but in the back of your mind, you know that you’ll pull back into the station safely, and that you’ll happily get back in line for another ride.
I’ve found the roller coaster of my dreams, and I plan to get in line over an over until they shut her down.