Saturday Laura’s Venture Crew group spent the entire day at Cedar Point. Her bestie, Victoria, went with her. The band marched the night before; they went to bed “lateish” and left for the day about nine a.m. I smiled and closed the door behind them.
Cedar Point bills itself the roller coaster capital of the world. I checked it on the internet, and find the only roller coaster I ever rode, the Blue Streak, remains in service. I rode it in 1964, the year it opened. We stood in line for hours; it was the fastest on the planet and everyone wanted the ride. The ride lasts 1:45 minutes. The drop is 72 feet, the speed 40 mph.
Laura rated it OK. “It wouldn’t scare you, Grandma.” The ride is seated. Her pick is a suspended ride, all body parts flying as you drop 200 feet at 75 mph, for going on three minutes.
I didn’t tell her I rode the Blue Streak, in the dark ages, before I was married, before I had children.
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I knew her car of kids was leaving at midnight, the end of the end. I woke at 2:55 a.m. and looked in Laura’s room. Empty. No news is good news; plenty of sensible adults on hand; I went back to bed. The front door opened before I was asleep again.
All the adventure tumbled out in the morning. “Thank you for letting us go!” This amused me. Why wouldn’t I? “You might sit all day by the gate and wait for us!” When pigs fly. “There were old people there with white hair. I wonder if they just rode the carousel?”
It was a Halloween scary thriller weekend at the park. Laura loves “terror.” “It’s not real and can’t hurt me.” Victoria is terrified of being terrified. She stuck for every ride but one. I love that girl.
I was back at Cedar Point with friends and family in the seventies. Everyone was aboard the Blue Streak, except mom and me, comfortably settled on a bench in the sun.
“I rode the Blue Streak once, before Jim and I were married,” I observed.
“I rode a roller coaster once, too,” Mom offered.
“In the delivery room all I could think was ‘This is exactly like riding the roller coaster.’”
“Exactly what I thought,” Mom observed.
The ride ended and everyone got back in line, to wait another turn. Mom and I wandered off for Sno-Cones.