This picture is of “Drop Zone” at Great America. Of all the amusement/theme park rides I’ve been on in my life, this ride type scares me the most. However, I’m not the only one. Not a single Grish, except Karen, has ever even stepped into line (as far as I know). It took one whole year of pestering Karen before she finally consented to riding Drop Zone and she’s never been back on it, thankfully. Her fingernail marks have never really healed and I can still feel ghost pains every time I ride it.
I first experienced this type of ride at Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio during the summer of 2000. The negative G forces terrified me just as much last Saturday as they did in 2000. The tower doesn’t look that tall at a distance, but a 224-foot bird’s-eye perspective drastically changes things. I’ve found that two things happen to me while riding this. First, I freak-out during the accent. I normally don’t have issues with heights, but then again, my feet are usually not dangling at 224-feet up. Second, I freeze on the way down. Much like vomiting, nearly every muscle in my body seems to clench all at once and seems to last for a long time. I ride Drop Zone every time I visit Great America in hopes that I will get used to the effects of the ride, but like the guy sitting next to me on Saturday said, “It never gets old…never.”