{"id":917,"date":"2010-12-27T13:44:05","date_gmt":"2010-12-27T18:44:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/?p=917"},"modified":"2011-02-09T16:53:54","modified_gmt":"2011-02-09T21:53:54","slug":"the-ride-of-a-lifetime","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/?p=917","title":{"rendered":"The Ride of a Lifetime"},"content":{"rendered":"

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.\u00a0\u00a0 The late, great, Fair Park was closed down years ago.\u00a0 The old wooden roller coaster was dismantled.\u00a0 The Tilt-a-whirl\u00a0tossed in the scrap heap.\u00a0 But there is\u00a0one wild ride that still lives in my memory.<\/p>\n

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Insane Ferris Wheel at Fair Park<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The ride looked a little bit like a ferris wheel, only instead of two wheels with baskets hanging\u00a0between them, this evil contraption had enclosed “cars” in line with a single wheel.\u00a0 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\u00a0facing along the outside of the wheel like a normal ferris wheel.\u00a0 The\u00a0basket was an enclosed cage, making it slightly safer, but no less wicked.\u00a0 And I rode it.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

It started with a dare from my uncle Carl.\u00a0 He dared me and my uncle Tim to ride it and promised to pay us each five dollars if we would.\u00a0 \u00a0I was maybe 10 years old at the time.\u00a0 Tim was only 4 years older than me, and evidently not much wiser, so we agreed.\u00a0 I don’t think there is any way this could happen today.\u00a0 We are both much older and wiser,\u00a0the rides are much safer, and\u00a0five dollars won’t even buy a decent lunch.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Back then, it was a different story.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 Unfortunately, I qualified.\u00a0\u00a0So, Tim and I climbed aboard and strapped in for the ride of our lives.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

I spent the next few minutes doing uncontrolled loops, dangling by my waste from a loose fitting strap, hanging on for dear life while\u00a0loose change from my pockets first fell below me, then pelted me in the face as we went around the loop and started back up.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 That was the theory.\u00a0\u00a0 But for a skinny 80 pound kid that could easily slip through the loose strap, it was not an option.\u00a0 Both hands were completely busy hanging on for dear life.\u00a0 So, as often as not, we went around the loop on the\u00a0wrong side, hanging completely upside down, pulling negative Gs and screaming our lungs out.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Even when the ride was finishing up, the torture continued.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 I wondered if the ride operator knew or cared about\u00a0my predicament as I hung there, suspended by that canvas strap around my waste while some guy in the bottom car\u00a0stumbled out and kissed the ground.<\/p>\n

At last it was our turn to exit the ride, which we did swiftly, albeit with a little less change in our pockets.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 Mercifully, Dad and Carl decided we had better move on to something a little less exciting.\u00a0<\/p>\n

I don’t remember anything about the rest of that day, but the ride of my life\u00a0was forever burned in my memory.\u00a0 Fair Park is now gone.\u00a0 We never climbed on that crazy ride again.\u00a0 Even so, there are times when I feel like I never got off that ride.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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.\u00a0\u00a0 The late, great, Fair Park was closed down years ago.\u00a0 The old wooden roller coaster was dismantled.\u00a0 The Tilt-a-whirl\u00a0tossed in the scrap heap.\u00a0 But there is\u00a0one wild […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[18,110],"class_list":["post-917","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-misc","tag-life","tag-rides"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/917","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=917"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/917\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":932,"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/917\/revisions\/932"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=917"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=917"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=917"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}