I went to Six Flags with some friends and a crush of mine when I was 16/17. I REFUSED to ride any coasters, besides the Mine Train, and of course, all they wanted to ride were coasters. My crush was tired of me not having any fun, so he picked me up, carried me over his shoulder to ride the Scream Machine. I stood in line, watching this monstrosity with wide eyes and counted how many seconds that first drop was. Just 5 seconds; not so bad. I could handle 5 seconds. We got into the car and I pulled the seatbelt as tight as it could go. The ride up the first hill was torture. I just watched us climb higher and higher and felt the car tip at the top of the hill. I screamed, "I HATE YOU, BILLY!!!!" as we plummeted and counted - "onetwothreefourfive". I opened my eyes and we were only halfway through with the first hill. Towards the end, it actually got kind of fun with the bunny hops. Poor guy next to me couldn't hear for the rest of the day because of my screams. After that, I would ride the Scream Machine, since I had been on it once and survived, but I didn't like it and was still afraid of coasters. Perfect example how you can continue to do something, yet be afraid. I wasn't ready to get over the fear and that's okay.
After my sinus surgery, the doctor told me that I wasn't able to go swimming, flying or riding upside on roller coasters for 3 months post-op. No problem - I hated roller coasters, usually only flew in December when I visited my parents for Christmas and it was April - still a little cold for swimming. Ironically enough, I took his words to heart and ended up doing all three... just because I could. In July of that year, I bought a season pass to White Water and went every weekend until they closed for fall. A year later, I rode all of the roller coasters at SFOG. A month after that, I took my first ever flight lesson. Odd how things end up, huh? Life's cool like that sometimes.
Anyways, back to roller coasters. It had danced in my head ever since I started the resolution to do things I was afraid of, but couldn't make myself act on it. My palms sweated at the very mention of them. After the doctor brought it up, I thought "why not?". I ended up planning a celebration for getting well again at SFOG to celebrate. Between scheduling and other delays (yes, I even admit chickening out), it kept getting put off until their season was over. I was determined not to let the next season pass without conquering this.
I set a date on my calendar. It wasn't set in stone, as schedules can and do change, but it became more physical at that point. It became more of a reality. It was something I could work towards and prepare myself for. It sounds silly, but one of the things I'd do was go on YouTube and watch videos of the coasters I had planned to ride. And yes, at first, it wasn't my plan to ride them all. I had picked 4 I wanted to conquer - Cyclone, Mindbender, Batman and Superman. It made the goal seem so much easier. The videos made my heart race and my palms sweaty, but I played them over and over and over until I knew every twist and turn of them.
I also had motion sickness to deal with, so I armed myself with ginger ale and non-drowsy Dramamine. The plan was to take one pill of Dramamine, and another one in my pocket if I needed it. I'd take two maximum this time, go down to one the next two trips and then finally none at all. I figured that by doing so, I could trick my body into thinking that I didn't have motion sickness.
Finally the big day arrived. I was excited to get this fear out of my system. As one friend remarked, "How funny would it be to go from being afraid to turning a 180 to becoming a roller coaster enthusiast?". I laughed at the irony. He was joking, but at the same time, said he was somewhat serious. He had a feeling I'd love them.
We got to the park. As we drove into the parking lot, the Batman ride loomed over us. My stomach sank into my shoes. What have I done? Could I really do this? Youtube was one thing, but these coasters are monstrous! What if I throw up in front of my friends? What if I don't make it through my goal?
My two friends and I stood in the parking lot, applying sunscreen. I watched some of the rides that I was able to see from that point and felt the roar of the coaster train in my very bones. I laughed, saying how the roar of the coaster sounded much like the roar of a F-18 jet. One of my friends jumped up and down, all excited, because he was sure that was a sign I'd like roller coasters because of my love for airplanes. We walked towards the front gates, passing two other coasters on the way. With each step I took, I kept thinking, "What have I done?". I wanted to turn back. My palms sweated and my heart raced. There was no way I could do this. Those monster coasters were HUGE and dwarfed me in comparison. I thought about my goal. I thought about how I wanted to get over my fear. I thought about how maybe my friend was right and I'd become a roller coaster enthusiast. My friends had already said that they wouldn't care if I got sick to my stomach and more than likely, it wouldn't happen. I felt a bit better, and marched towards the gates, questioning my sanity all along the way. I thought about how good I'd feel once I conquered my goal.
We entered the gates. The plan of action was to start small - we'd begin with the Cyclone. No loops, just hills. I thought I could handle that. Although my palms did not stop sweating the entire time I was in line. I watched car after car go through the tracks with wide eyes. That hill looked much smaller on Youtube and still didn't even seem all that small on there. I must be crazy, I must be out of my mind. I tried to refocus, I tried thinking about how this is something I wanted to do, something I wanted to conquer. Besides, if I didn't like it, all I needed to do was hold on and then I'd have 3 more coasters to go after this. That didn't seem so bad. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this. All I need to do is sit there and hold on; the coaster does the rest.
Finally it was our turn. I shook getting into the train and did breathing exercises as we slowly inched our way up the first hill. Omigod,omigod, the drop is coming, thedropiscoming!!!! I struggled to hold onto the bar in front of me, but was difficult as my sweaty hands had made it slippery. Did I mention we were riding in the first row? We reached the top of the hill and overlooked the drop. I repositioned my hands into a deathgrip that only a crowbar could remove, and squeezed by eyes shut. As we plummeted, I let loose a scream that someone could easily mistake for a warning siren. I actually had many of those screams, but began to relax a little as the ride wore down (and consequently as the drops got shallower and shallower as well). I got off a little bruised and battered, as Cyclone's an old wooden coaster. It knocks you around quite a bit. I was still shaking and not liking coasters anymore than I arrived. I was pleased I had gone through with it (and kept my lunch!), but was disappointed that I was not in love with the coasters.
Next on the list was the Mindbender. It would be my first upside down coaster EVER. I was a little bit excited and wondering if the adrenaline rush would kick in for this one. We were seated in the first row again and I'll admit I shook a little going up the first hill, although tried to focus on my breathing. We came around the bend and went into the drop, which would go into the first loop. I did my best impression of the siren again on the way down and all through the ride in fact. The loop was so quick, that I barely had time to register that I was indeed upside down and had no idea how high we went. We zoomed through and did our next loop. Something began to stir within me. Those loops. Feeling those G's. The adrenaline. Oh, the adrenaline coursing through my veins! The train came to an abrupt stop and I bounced out. I was still shaking, but with a smile on my face! I had done it! I was two for two, with two left to go, and had really enjoyed this coaster.
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We made our way to Superman: Ultimate Flight. I knew I was ready to feel the sensation of flying! But on the way there, one of my friends stopped in front of the Ninja. Nuh uh - No way, no how. This one was not on my list and there was NO WAY I was ready for a coaster like this one after just going on my first upside down coaster. I stood and watched it glide smoothly across the track. But maybe it was like the last one - I just needed to hold on and scream... So onwards we went to conquer the Ninja. We slipped into the first car and the harnesses came down. It was a bit disconcerting because the harness wouldn't come down all the way. I had about 3 inches of daylight between my shoulder and the harness. Oh well, no big deal, right? WRONG. Ninja karate chopped my little rear-end and tossed me every which way. I stumbled off of that ride, coming close to tossing my cookies and had to take another Dramamine. We had to take a break for lunch. I figured with maybe a little walking around and getting re hydrated might help. It did.   Afterwards, we went on to see if I was David enough to conquer Goliath. I shook while standing in line. Before my little venture, I had watched this online on Youtube. The first drop seemed pretty bad, but it looked fun after that. It seemed MUCH bigger walking up to it though. Didn't help that the restraints on it were next to nothing. I HATED it! Darn restraint wouldn't come down all the way, so I got TONS of airtime, which I HATED. I shook like a leaf in a hurricane coming off of the ride, but regardless, I still had finished it. Two coasters remaining.  Next stop: Superman. My favorite by far. I loved it just like I thought I would and perhaps even a little more. It also produced one of my favorite pictures ever. I'm clinging on for dear life with my mouth open like a brook trout, screaming my lungs out. However, I see the traces of a smile in there, too, so I think it was a scream of fun.  Superman really did make me feel like I was flying and I got a HUGE shot of adrenaline. I bounced off that ride with a crazed look in my eyes, knowing then and there that I had fallen for roller coasters! The rush of adrenaline was better than any amount of fear. That's the key that I've mentioned before - you just need to find something you love and once that love fills up, there will be no room left for fear! I was also excited at this point because we just had ONE more coaster to go and I hadn't gotten sick! Just one more and I would have accomplished my goal! That in itself it a pretty big deal.
The sun was setting and the park was about to close, so we ran to get to Batman in time. We were getting seated in the car when it hit park closing time. I couldn't see where we were going, as it was pitch black outside (and consequently I wasn't wearing my glasses), but I was still riding off my high from Superman and knowing that I would complete my goal that day.
I was tired, exhausted, and my hair was an absolute mess, but I did it! I conquered the coasters at Six Flags!!! There was only one that remained that I didn't ride that day. And as I rationalized it, it would be a shame to have only one coaster that I had no conquered, right?
So, I went on to do just that. I bought myself a Season Pass and went back again to conquer the GA Scorcher. I knew I had to do it soon because my record of conquering all of the coasters would vanish, as they were adding the Daredevil Dive. The GA Scorcher was a stand-up coaster and I wasn't too sure about it, but it was like all the rest - just hold on and scream. Plus, I found once I got on, that there was a bicycle seat you could kind of sit on, so I did. The restraint was a harness with a seat belt to hold it down, just in case. The train took off and with each loop, I would go forwards and backwards. So much so that I felt like I was going to fall out. My screams were blood-curdling. I hated that ride.
It wasn't until I rode it a second time on a later visit that I learned what happened the first time. Seems that the harness didn't lock into place and was ONLY held on by the safety belt. Kinda freaky, huh? The second time I rode the Scorcher, I didn't move an inch.
The time I went back to ride the Scorcher, some of the boys that were with me wanted to ride Goliath. Now, you remember my last experience with it and I wasn't too pleased. I really never wanted to see that ride again. But at this point, I had conquered all of the rides and couldn't back out. It'd be okay, just hold on and scream. It'll be over with soon.
I started shaking while going up the hill, although I was able to appreciate the heights this time and enjoyed the view of Atlanta while going up the hill. While shaking, I had a conversation with myself and it went like this:
"Heather, what are you so afraid of?"
"The drop. I hate the feeling of dropping when we plummet down a hill."
There was a pause and I could see myself smirking in my mind's eye.
"Hate to break it to ya, but you ARE going to go down that hill."
Odd, but I hadn't thought about that. Okay, point taken. No need to be afraid of something that was inevitable.
"What else are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid of getting airtime. These restraints were built for a bigger person than me. I always get airtime and feel like I'm going to fall off."
"Again, let me reassure you: you ARE going to get airtime. No need to be afraid. It's going to happen."
Somehow knowing something was bound to happen actually did reassure me rather than wasting energy by being afraid that it would happen.
My rational side continued: "Do me a favor and wiggle the restraint"
I tried and it wouldn't budge.
"So even if you are going to move around and get airtime, that restraint isn't going anywhere. It's locked. So let go, no need for you to hold on. Hands up and enjoy the ride."
We had reached the top of the hill and my thoughts made sense. I took a deep breath, released it and shot my hands up in the air. We did drop, just like I thought we would. And I did get airtime, just like I thought I would. But this time, something had changed - The drop and the airtime were euphoric and I felt free. It was uncomfy to muckle on with dear life when nothing I could have done would prevent that drop or prevent me from getting airtime. Instead, in that moment of going up the hill, I learned that it was better to let go and go with the flow. Quite a nice analogy for life as well- "Hands up! Let go!".
Finally, Daredevil Dive opened up on May 31, 2011. It was the first EuroFighter coaster and I wasn't thrilled about that drop. 100ft, 95 degree angle. But it was the only one left in the park that I hadn't ridden on. I couldn't let one dinky coaster ruin my record. But geez, did my legs shake when I stood before it and looked up:
I tried staying in the present and not worrying about this coaster just yet. I built up more time on the other coasters. I was especially nervous this time because it was my first time at the park going without any Dramamine. On the way to the park, I held the bottle in my hand and was turning it over nervously. One turn, I noticed the expiration date on the bottom and noticed it was a few years past that date. It occurred to me that perhaps the medicine wasn't working as well as I thought it was all along and it had been (mostly) me who controlled my own motion sickness. So I didn't take one this time.
Finally, it was time to go to the Daredevil. Just hold on and scream, that's all I need to do.
Well, surprise - the line was so long that we were only able to get an arm stamp with our time to ride on it. We went up about noon and the time stamp was for 7pm. 7 hours, I can do this. That's enough time.
We stood in line and I was shaking in my boots. I can do this, I can do this. We got into the car and I was happy that the restraint was more than it looked, but my heart was beating out of my chest and I was trying to remember how to breathe.
I must say it was interesting going up that sharp incline. All you could see was the blue sky and it was quite peaceful. I closed my eyes the higher we got because I knew what was coming next. it gave a false sense of security when I felt the car even out on top of the hill. I couldn't even open my eyes and I just kept thinking, "ohgodohgodohgod". We sat up there for an ungodly amount of time and I just wanted it to get it over with already. Finally, we pitched down and we were off and flying. I barely felt the drop down and I maintain that the 200ft, 60 degree drop from Goliath was worse. The rest of the ride was fantastic and I bounced off of that ride like a gerbil on speed. It was blissful.
So that's basically how a chicken became a roller coaster enthusiast. Turns out my friend was right all along. Any time any of my friends think of coasters, they think of me. Me. The chicken that had to be fireman-carried over someone's shoulder, kicking & screaming onto the Scream Machine. Me. It seemed so odd at first. Although now, riding roller coasters is one of my favorite things to do and I wouldn't have never known how much I'd love them unless I had taken a chance and stepped out of my comfort zone.
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