Essay About Roller-Coaster Rides And Ordinary People

Six Flags: Bizarro Day
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Kelvin Payton JrProfessor FirmenderEnglish-10117 September 2018Six Flags: Bizarro DayI have always been fascinated by Roller-coaster rides. It amazes me that average, ordinary people eagerly trade in the serenity of the ground for the chance to be tossed through the air like a juggler juggling balls. It amazes me that at some time in history someone thought that people would enjoy this, and that person invented what must have been the first of these petrifying machines. For me, it is precisely the thrill and excitement of having survived the ride that keeps me coming back for more. My first experience with a Roller-coaster was a Bizarro at a Six Flags. Looking at that looming monstrosity spinning the life out of its sardine-caged occupants, I was astonished. It was enormous, smoky, raucous and a little intimidating. Ever since that initial impression became solidified in my imagination a few years ago, these rides have been based on supervillains. Such as Bizzarro, Superman’s dark evil twin. The first ride on one of this Goliath Machine gave me an instant rush of adrenaline. As the death-defying ride started, a knob in my throat pulsed like a displaced heart ready to walk the plank. As the ride increased speed, the resistance to gravity built up against my body until I was unable to move, it just bluntly cuts right to the action. To kick things off with a 132-foot drop. My butterfly inducing stomach weightlessness as the machine continued its rotation and I descended back toward the earth. Suddenly, I was shot through a terrifying tunnel of white mist, in the shape of his stolen Superman shield. A cymbal-like crash vibrated through the air as the ride reached bottom, and much to my surprise I began to rise again. Each new rotation gave me more confidence in the churning machine. Every ascension left me thrilled that I had survived the previous death-defying fall. When another daunting climb failed to shadow the last terrifying descent and the ride was over, I knew I was hooked. I followed my fellow captives down the clanging metal steps to reach the safety of my former balance. I had been spared, but only to have the opportunity to ride again. My attraction with this fantastic flight machine is deeply seared in my soul.