"Bizarro" or "Why Peer Pressure Is Bad"

It's been a while since I've posted and those updates will come later.

I'm just writing to report I went to Six Flags a little while ago. My friend E wanted to go for his birthday, so I said fine. He wanted to go on the big thrill-ride coasters, and I didn't. He told me I was being silly and said I had to go on at least one.

He picked "Bizarro" (previously known as "Superman"... as seen here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bizarro_%28Six_Flags_New_England%29 and here: https://www.sixflags.com/newengland/attractions/bizarro)

This is the best picture I could find. From about 6 yrs ago.

So fine. I put on my brave face. I stood in line. I got in the cart. I got buckled in. I was fine. We started clanking up the 220 ft incline. And that's where I started hysterically crying*. And then I spent the next 3 minutes and 30 seconds hugging the lap bar for dear life while snot got blown all over my face at 77 miles per hour.

It was not pretty. Or fun. And I went on zero thrill rides after that.**

-mollie


*I actually wonder if this is an unintended consequence of being scared out of my wits while sky-diving. Because watching the earth get further and further away during that first incline was really what freaked me out. But maybe not, because I also went on this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SkyScreamer and didn't cry.

**And I'm pretty sure E felt like a big jerk the rest of the day for making me go on it, as he should. Although, I admitted that I was surprised at how scared I got all-of-a-sudden. But, this also meant I felt justified in walking around the rest of the day eating fried oreos and going on kiddy rides. Victory!