Here We Go

Click, click, click, click, click, clickety, click, click, click...click......click...

Clank...

Clicketyclackityclickclickclickclackclacketywhoosh!

For thirty seconds, maybe a minute, of free falling, stomach rolling terror, people stand in line for hours. Bone rattling rumbles, hip bruising turns, hands clutching the paint peeling, germ-and-sweat-and-fear-covered safety bar, or flung high and wide in a show of bravado and faith in the maintenance man over entropy, they clench their teeth and scream silently, scream aloud, laugh and puke and wonder how long until it ends.

Guess what?

Sometimes it doesn't.