Dec 272010
 

I have been on many rides at many amusement parks but the wildest ride I ever went on was at a place called Fair Park in Nashville, TN.   The late, great, Fair Park was closed down years ago.  The old wooden roller coaster was dismantled.  The Tilt-a-whirl tossed in the scrap heap.  But there is one wild ride that still lives in my memory.

Insane Ferris Wheel at Fair Park

The ride looked a little bit like a ferris wheel, only instead of two wheels with baskets hanging between them, this evil contraption had enclosed “cars” in line with a single wheel.  Imagine if you took the basket loose from one side of a traditional ferris wheel, swung the loose end behind you and attached it to the same circle, then turn the seats 90 degrees so that you are facing along the outside of the wheel like a normal ferris wheel.  The basket was an enclosed cage, making it slightly safer, but no less wicked.  And I rode it.   

It started with a dare from my uncle Carl.  He dared me and my uncle Tim to ride it and promised to pay us each five dollars if we would.   I was maybe 10 years old at the time.  Tim was only 4 years older than me, and evidently not much wiser, so we agreed.  I don’t think there is any way this could happen today.  We are both much older and wiser, the rides are much safer, and five dollars won’t even buy a decent lunch. 

Back then, it was a different story.  Tim and I wanted the five bucks, and the ride operator had replaced his height requirement sign with one that said You-Must-Be-This-Dumb-To-Ride-This-Ride.  Unfortunately, I qualified.  So, Tim and I climbed aboard and strapped in for the ride of our lives.  

I spent the next few minutes doing uncontrolled loops, dangling by my waste from a loose fitting strap, hanging on for dear life while loose change from my pockets first fell below me, then pelted me in the face as we went around the loop and started back up.  It was like constant loops of “blast off” heading straight up with our backs in the seat like astronauts, over the top, then straight down in a nose dive.  We were supposed to be able to control the thing ourselves by turning a wheel that would spin the car as we went over the top and at least keep the G forces positive.  That was the theory.   But for a skinny 80 pound kid that could easily slip through the loose strap, it was not an option.  Both hands were completely busy hanging on for dear life.  So, as often as not, we went around the loop on the wrong side, hanging completely upside down, pulling negative Gs and screaming our lungs out. 

Even when the ride was finishing up, the torture continued.  Stopping to let the other guys off at the bottom was a nightmare when we were the ones in a nose dive for the ground.  I wondered if the ride operator knew or cared about my predicament as I hung there, suspended by that canvas strap around my waste while some guy in the bottom car stumbled out and kissed the ground.

At last it was our turn to exit the ride, which we did swiftly, albeit with a little less change in our pockets.  We proudly collected our five dollars, and acted like we would be glad to ride it three or four more times if they would be willing to pay up.  Mercifully, Dad and Carl decided we had better move on to something a little less exciting. 

I don’t remember anything about the rest of that day, but the ride of my life was forever burned in my memory.  Fair Park is now gone.  We never climbed on that crazy ride again.  Even so, there are times when I feel like I never got off that ride.

  3 Responses to “The Ride of a Lifetime”

  1. Ok, This is a little wierd, but I am going to comment on my own post. After writing this yesterday and today, I feel like I should share something that happened on the way home tonight.

    I stopped for gas. Filled my tank. I guy pulled up and asked if I could buy him some gas. He had a “hard times” story. Who knows if it was true. I bought him some gas anyway and told him I was doing it in the name of Jesus. He mumbled something about Psalm 139, trying to quote a scripture about being blessed for blessing others. As I drove home, I felt I should look up Psalm 139. Turns out it’s not so much about being blessed for blessing others. It’s about a God who understands me even when I’m on the ride of a lifetime.

    Ps 139:1 ¶ <> O LORD, You have searched me and known me.
    2 You know my sitting down and my rising up; You understand my thought afar off.
    3 You comprehend my path and my lying down, And are acquainted with all my ways.
    4 For there is not a word on my tongue, But behold, O LORD, You know it altogether.
    5 You have hedged me behind and before, And laid Your hand upon me.
    6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; It is high, I cannot attain it.
    7 ¶ Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence?
    8 If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
    9 If I take the wings of the morning, And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
    10 Even there Your hand shall lead me, And Your right hand shall hold me.
    11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall fall on me,” Even the night shall be light about me;
    12 Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You, But the night shines as the day; The darkness and the light are both alike to You.
    13 For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb.
    14 I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well.
    15 My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
    16 Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me, When as yet there were none of them.
    17 ¶ How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them!
    18 If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand; When I awake, I am still with You.
    19 Oh, that You would slay the wicked, O God! Depart from me, therefore, you bloodthirsty men.
    20 For they speak against You wickedly; Your enemies take Your name in vain.
    21 Do I not hate them, O LORD, who hate You? And do I not loathe those who rise up against You?
    22 I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them my enemies.
    23 Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties;
    24 And see if there is any wicked way in me, And lead me in the way everlasting.
    (NKJV)

  2. One of the best, thanks son.

  3. AWESOME RIDE… AWESOME REPLY TO YOUR OWN POST… ANGELS AMONG US COMES TO MY MIND! ALL JOY … RIDING TO YA MARK! kerry

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