6 June 2004
wheeee
Jessica and I went to (Paramount) King’s Island, the theme park just outside of Cincinnati, today. Sometime in my youth but outside of my readily-accessed memory I was there once before, unless my parents were in the business of faking pictures of me standing in the shadow of a replica Eiffel tower.
Not likely.
Either way, it was Jessica’s first visit and effectively mine too. I’d kept my expectations pretty low (I knew that there’s only enough room in Ohio for one Cedar Point). That said, the park had some of the best coasters I’ve ever ridden. I described the park as at the same time too big and too small to somebody, and it seemed an apt description. There seemed to be about as many rides in total as what I remember of Geagua Lake (smaller than my recollection of Great America/Six Flags over something near Chicago) but the park seemed much more spread out. Heck, I didn’t even see the water park section, let alone get to it, though we did get a thorough drenching on the white water canyon thing (the path to which was a good quarter mile I’d estimate, and just beyond the fence poison ivy abounded). I think we spent as much time crisscrossing the park as we did standing in line, but that was probably because we had no clear idea of what we wanted to do.
Fun we had, though. The Beast is one of the greatest wooden coasters I’ve ever experienced, and the Son of Beast even more so with its upside-down loop (unique in the world) and angled tunnels. Flight of fear is a tiny tangle of twisted metal inside a dark building and makes for the most harrowing two minutes of my whole day, though the hour and a half to get there wasn’t so great. It could’ve been worse, though, as at least I had co-worker Larry and his friend Dale to chat with.
Face/Off really has nothing to do with the movie, but it’s a good ride nonetheless. Top Gun blows the Iron Dragon out of the water. Drop Zone’s nice and tall, but I think I enjoy the Demon Drop more. I guess I just need to get back to Cedar Point. After all, when last I was there the Mantis had just been built.
As for the other people around me, I’m still stymied by the whole words-on-the-butt phenomenon. I “get” the whole turning-down-the-waistband-of-athletic-shorts to reveal more midriff, but I just don’t comprehend why people want words on their rears. Please explain it to me.
On second thought, don’t.