Thursday, July 1, 2004

I made it out of Great America alive yesterday, gentle reader, and more importantly I savored about 250 seconds of pure joy as I rocketed around at unspeakable speeds. Batman, Superman, Raging Bull, American Eagle, Giant Drop, a very moist water ride–these were the ingredients that went into a delectable serving of adrenaline.

One institution that struck me as endlessly fascinating was the Fast Lane Pass. I’m told this curiosity is a new conceit designed to send other Six Flags patrons into a jealous frenzy. The Pass indeed functioned as advertised, and on more than one occasion an annoyed customer would ask us how we obtained such exclusivity. This makes sense, you know, because complaining about capitalism while you’re entrenched in a very bastion of capitalism is–wait a minute.

This is what I want to know: how much would it cost to recreate the Raging Bull or Batman in my backyard? Sweet Jiminey, I can still taste that first climb.