Meh. The roller coasters teen-me had loved were worse. Whether it started with a slow climb or shot like a bullet down a barrel, the initial “Whee!” was followed immediately by a feeling of inconvenience as the coaster turned, swiveled, looped and banked. Each bump, jerk, twist, and...
” he explains. “I don’t think there’s one silver bullet that you can point to and say that’s the best. I think it’s the aggregate stack up have a lot of small things that end up being something pretty good.”