Miss Halfway

[methrowrock]

Today, I went on the Battlestar Galactica, the tallest duelling rollercoaster in the world. The blue track is the Cylon track, where you are seated in a pod whilst your legs and arms dangle free. The red track is the Human track, where you are seated in a normal coaster rider vehicle. I went on both Cylon and Human rides, and for a few minutes, I felt that I was fucking invincible; I was at the top of the world. Jerking and twisting sharply, the coasters did corkscrews and inverted loops as the wind whipped into your face. It was such an incredible rush. My heart pounded and leapt as we careened up and over, down and under, the scenery a fizzwhizz of concrete, water and trees. There was nothing left to do but to scream, scream, scream and make incredulous, manic grins at the sheer absurdity of deciding to go through with the ride. For so long, I had proclaimed my desire to ride the BSG, but up to the very moment when I stepped onto the metallic platform, I had wondered if it was all lip service and fake bravado. But it was not, and I’m glad I’m not a big a failure as I had imagined myself to be. Future challenges: bungee-jumping, sky-diving and hang-gliding!