Last weekend was Oyster Bake. We worked the beer booth as usual
and ate all the usual foods.
We had the usual fun
and saw the usual craziness.
Go Spurs Go!
To end the day we rode the scariest ride EVER.
First you hike yourself up onto the bicycle like seat that totally kills your crotch. It hurt!
Then you take off.
You're doing ok at first.
Until you start to do a face dive towards the ground and can barely stay on the tiny bicycle seat your crotch is balancing on and suddenly realize that they didn't really check the harness around your upper body and that there was no extra seat belt type thingy that is usually on this ride as a failsafe when when the harness gives out and the only thing to hold on to are the little pegs that are facing the wrong way if the harness were to open up which means you will most definitely die on this ride.
That's my "Please let me live through this Jerry-Rigged Carnie ride" face.
I think I was the only one that thought this ride was not cool.
After my first plunge towards the ground I seriously kept my eyes closed the whole time and screamed bloody murder. I love scary rides, especially when the bottom drops out, but all I could think on this one is "please let me live through this." It scared the crap outta me.
Oh, John also won me an angry bird. He looks like I felt after that ride. "Totally not cool man."