The moon was high and the road stretched like a ribbon across the desert landscape, as a lonely Subaru cruised along the highway. The driver quietly sipped her Monster as the other 3 passengers in the car alternately slept and talked about cars. It had been a long weekend, starting 40 hours before when the car was loaded with luggage and people and started the long trek from Phoenix to Los Angeles.
Sean, myself and two of our friends decided about a month or so ago that a trip to Six Flags Magic Mountain was finally in order. Sean and I have lived here 3 years and we still hadn’t made it to the mecca of roller coasters. This was the perfect weekend because we got not only roller coasters, but cooler temperatures and Fright Fest. I have an absolute love of all things Halloween. Thursday morning, Nathaniel and Melanie met us at our house, we packed the car and started the 7 hour drive to LA. It was a fun drive over. Everyone was excited about getting to ride roller coasters and spend a weekend away from work.
Once we got into LA, we drove to the very end of I-10 and spent some time at the beach. I can now say that I’ve been at both ends of I-10 and have ridden a good majority if not all of the interstate.
Friday morning dawned bright and clear and we were at the gates to get in by around 9:30. 10am, the gates opened and we proceeded to spend 12 hours riding roller coasters and having an absolute blast. I was having so much fun, I didn’t spend one minute thinking of work the entire time. We rode every roller coaster at least once and most of them we rode twice or more. I faced my fear of falling by sitting in the very front of their tallest roller coaster, Goliath, and looked down as we hung at the top of a 255 foot drop. It was a terror and a rush at the same time as we went down that hill, climbing to 85 mph by the end of it.
We went back Saturday morning anticipating on only spending a half day riding our favorite roller coasters before having to hit the road to get home. We wanted to ride Tatsu again. This roller coaster straps you in and then leans you forward so that you’re in a Superman flying position before launching you over hills and through corkscrews and loops. You have g’s both pulling and pushing on you throughout the ride. Unfortunately, the lines were so long on Saturday that we had to pass on it. We still got to other rides before the lines got too long and I finally got my requisite funnel cake (an absolute must whenever I’m at an amusement park or fair). We got wet on the log ride and then proceeded to dry ourselves off on the swings.
We finally hit the road about 3pm yesterday and got home around 11pm. We were achy and sore from the punishment we’d put our bodies through all weekend, but all four of us had huge grins on our faces. It was an absolute blast and I wouldn’t trade a second of it for anything. At the beginning of the weekend, Nathaniel, Melanie, Sean and I were relatively decent friends, but we didn’t know a lot about each other. Now, Sean and I have very good friends who blissfully share our joy and love of roller coasters. How lucky are we?