/ Friday, October 25th, 2013

by Felicia & Sean

I admit it: When it comes to thrill rides, I’m a dud. There’s something about being  propelled hundreds of feet in the air only to plummet back down to earth at speeds that, if OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAdriving, would get you major speeding tickets if not a suspension of your license, that just doesn’t appeal to me. Why would you purposely do that to yourself? As my husband mentioned last time, he’s a thrill seeker, and I am not (opposites attract, I guess). I enjoy the attractions that keep my feet grounded on Terra firma. My favorites include the Animation Academy, Monsters, Inc. Laugh Floor, Toy Story Midway Mania … just to name a few.

Now, in all fairness, I HAVE gone on some of these thrill rides that my Sean loves so much. It’s only fair that I experience what he loves. That’s what couples do, right? I’ve been on Mission: SPACE (the mild version … with my eyes closed), I’ve been on Soarin ’… three whole times (with my eyes closed, but it still counts)! Right after we got engaged, I even went on The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror (with my eyes closed … notice a trend here?). We literally took the plunge together. Let me tell you, that was an experience I’ll never forget … and neither will the people sitting around me.

So here’s what happens when you get a mild-mannered, non-thrill seeker, who is also afraid of heights, on a ride in which you can hear people screaming from halfway across the park. After much begging, I agreed to go on The Tower of Terror. I had doubts the whole time we were in the queue. At one point, I even called my mother-in-law-to-be (at the time), who went on the ride years ago and who reassured me over the phone it wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought. Well, I figured, if she could do it, so could I. I bravely bypassed the chicken-out door and stepped into the elevator (thank goodness we were in the back row).  As soon as those elevator doors shut, I mumbled something not so nice under my breath, there was no turning back now.  I apparently mumbled loud enough for the person next to me to hear, because she started chuckling.

At first, I thought, “This isn’t so bad.” In fact, I used to watch “The Twilight Zone” as a kid, and it was kind of nostalgic. Then I panicked because I remembered that we are going to drop 13 stories! I kept demanding from Sean “When do we drop?” so I could prepare myself. “You’ll see…” was the answer I got. Very comforting!

Then, it happened!! It was like the ground swallowed me and we went airborn. I could feel the G-force controlling me in ways I never want to be controlled ever again. Words came out of my mouth I never even thought I knew, and I can remember, in-between all that, screaming,  “IIII AAAAMMMM NEEEEEVERRRRRR DOOOOINNGG THIIIIIIS AGAAAIIIIIN!!!”  The whole time, Sean is yelling to me “Open your eyes! Open your eyes!!”  Yeah, right!!

Once the terror (I mean the ride) ended,  the lady next to me leaned over to me and told me that in all the times she’s been on that ride, she’s never been more entertained than she was by me, and what I was saying.  She said she hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time, and thanked me for making her day. Uh …thanks?! Then, in front of me there were some teenagers looking at me like I was one of the uncool kids in school (whatever!). Then I look to my right, and Sean is almost on the floor laughing so hard he was crying. He was ready to get back on again. In the meantime, I’m there, trying to find my heart, which flew out of my chest somewhere around the 12th floor, waiting for my stomach to let go of my throat and fall back into my body, and trying to pry my now ice cold, white knuckled, dead hands from the grip bars. Once I stood up, I almost fell down again because my legs were shaking so bad. I was out of breath for a good half-hour and lost my voice for most of the day.

Oh, what you do for love! Needless to say, I never did – nor will do – that ride again. However, what I LOVE to do now is wait for Sean while he’s on it, listen to all those people screaming, and think “Haha … suckers!” Watching and listening to all the screams, while I’m relaxing comfortably on a bench, sipping a cold beverage or having a refreshing ice cream is my kind of entertainment.

What are your funny thrill ride stories? Are you like me and tried one and lived to tell about it? Were you like the lady sitting next to me and witness a scared-y cat braving their fears? Or, do you like to listen to the screams while taking a breather?


Picture from the personal collection of Felicia & Sean.

“New Yorkas” Felicia and Sean are avid Disney fans.  Their first vacation as a couple was in Walt Disney World.  They were engaged there, and also honeymooned there.  After a combined 30 trips to the World, they are self-professed Disney travel agents and enjoy helping family and friends plan magical Disney vacations.



3 thoughts on “A ‘Couple’ Things Disney: Thrill Rides”

  1. Tony E (BacksideOfWater) says:

    my story also involves the Tower Of Terror. I am scared to death of 90 degree drops but I wanted to ride it once for 2 reasons. 1. I’m a HUGE Twilight Zone fans so I wanted to see the queue and pre-show. 2. I live by the saying don’t knock it until you try it. This way I could honestly say I been on it. Everything was smooth sailing…then came the drops.

    I was by myself on that trip so I was seated next to a man who was speaking what I think was Italian. Well during the EIGHT drops I had a death grip on this poor man’s leg. If I didn’t draw blood its a miracle. Lucky for me he thought it was funny (at least I think a laugh means the same in both languages). I was so shaken up afterwards that three CMs had to carry me off the attraction. Never again

  2. Kendall Foreman (MoretotheWorld) says:

    My dad and I have always loved ToT, and now my husband and I love to ride it. On a trip a few years back, there was a man with his son in the row with us. The man was stressing out similarly to you, Felicia. His young son, who barely met the height requirement had convinced him to ride. As the elevator dropped the dad was yelling the whole time. When the ride was over, he was smacking my husband on the shoulder and laughing and yelling “No…no…no”. He young son was laughing and asking if they could go again. The dad emphatically said no and told his son to “never ask him for anything ever again”. Watching this big strong, scarred dad ride solely for his little son was a moment I will never forget.

  3. David says:

    When I ride the Rock “n” Roller Coster that goes from 0-60 in just 2.8 seconds with 4.5 G, I call that “therapeutic”. Good luck finding a hidden Mickey during the ride.