We came. We screamed. We immediately got back in line. This was no ordinary amusement park trip, it was a full-blown coaster conquest. Armed with questionable judgment and just enough Dramamine, we stormed Cedar Point like thrill-hungry warriors of the midway.
Each ride tested our courage and our facial expressions, from stoic determination to pure cartoon panic. The park was a blur of steel, speed, and strategic snack breaks, with just enough time in between to debate whether one more ride was a good idea (it always was).
By day’s end, we had ridden the highs, the loops, and the G-forces, and lived to tell the tale, slightly windblown and grinning like lunatics.
Moto-Misel 