On this day in 2005, I went on this ride at California Adventure, got seated next to a 150 year old man (okay I donʻt know how old he really was, but he LOOKED 150. Leave me alone.) I strapped up in the front row of this stupid elevator thingy and plunged down to my death a whopping 1700 times. They had to pry my cold, stiff, lifeless body off of the perky, vibrant, giddy old manʻs arm at the end of the ride. I will never. Ever, ever, ever, ever in a million gazillion, quantillian years go in that damned thing again.