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GRISSOM'S GETAWAY RIDE

Last Saturday, I went to Enchanted Kingdom with Wella, Madel, and Danna. (Thanks to Danna for the free tickets.)

Every time we got on one of the thrill rides I’d remember, aside from screaming like a girly-man, those episodes of CSI where Grissom rode the roller coaster. It was his way of dealing with cases that really bothered him, to help him break-out of the numbness (or was it the despair?). At the end of one episode, it showed Grissom on the ride and not reacting to the sharp turns and sudden dips. Several episodes later, Grissom brought Warrick to his “getaway ride” and the final scene showed both them smiling and laughing as the roller coaster careened down the tracks.

The first ride we tried was Anchor’s Away. Being such a control freak, I timed the ride. 120 seconds. So, when it was finally our turn, I started to count. I wanted to be in control of the situation even thought I didn’t have any control over the rocking ship. I wanted to know when exactly the ride would stop. My attempt ended up sounding like this: TEN… ELEVEN… TWELVVVV… OOOHHHH…. SHIIIIIIT…. BAAAAAAAD TRIIIIIP…. TWENTY! TWENTY NNNOOO!!!

It was nice to feel scared about something (even it was just for a couple of seconds); to feel that thrill of plunging down and being swung all the way up again; to be breathless about something, be a bit dizzy and wanting more.

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