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 Mecca   
 Author:  matt
 Dated:  Tuesday, July 22 2003 @ 04:14 AM PDT
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LifeSometime at or about August 12th, I'm going to be within ten miles of Mecca.

Fortunately for everyone concerned, I'm not referring to the city in Saudi Arabia but rather the fair city of Sandusky, Ohio.

Sandusky is a fairly unassuming city on the shore of Lake Erie with a population of about 28,000 and the typical tourist economy that goes along with effectively being a seaside community.

The northernmost point of this relatively quiet town is a long narrow peninsula that happens to have, near its apex, something that I've been lusting after for over three years.

310 feet tall. 6,595 feet long. A 300 foot initial drop at an 80 degree angle that results in a top speed of 93 miles per hour.

I'm talking, of course, about the roller coaster called Millennium Force that the Cedar Point amusement park opened at the beginning of the 2000 season.

Here's the scary part: Millennium Force has a new big brother.

Top Thrill Dragster is the tallest, fastest roller coaster in the world. Unlike traditional coasters, it doesn't gently bring you up to the top and let gravity do the rest. It shoots your ass out of the station, accelerating to a mind-numbing 120 mph in the first four seconds of the ride.

The problem is that I may not be able to go to the park at all, even though I've got the time, the proximity (10 frikkin' miles!) and certainly the inclination. You see, my rib still hurts. A lot.

I can't tell if it's even getting any better, or if I'm just getting used to it, but the fact remains that two weeks later, the improvement is marginal, and I don't know if another two or three weeks is going to be enough for me to handle having two or three times the weight of my body being supported by a harness like they have on those coasters. I know I won't be able to ride the wooden ones (they bash my ribs around on a good day.)

Anyway, if you hadn't already put it together, the reason I'll be passing through that end of Ohio is that I agreed to help She move (I wonder how she'd feel if she knew she'd been relegated to pronoun status.) I'm flying out to Milwaukee on either the preceding Friday or Saturday (I'll find out which when my tickets show up in about 6 hours), spending a couple days poking around town, and then we're driving back in a U-Haul with the intention of arriving in Boston either the 14th or 15th, depending on whether we stop at Mecca.

At this point I'm wondering if it's a bit telling that I'm not especially excited about the trip.

As an aside, this is further evidence that I suck at relationships and should spend my remaining days selfishly absorbed in various distractions while engaging in the occasional fling just to get my rocks off.

Maybe I'll get into all of that in another post.



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  • Mecca
    Authored by: Forrest on Tuesday, July 22 2003 @ 09:47 AM PDT
    Me want ride Top Thrill Dragster. Me jealous.
    Mecca
    Authored by: matt on Tuesday, July 22 2003 @ 10:03 AM PDT
    If you had the land, you could put one in your backyard for the low low price of $25 Million. :)
    Mecca
    Authored by: Dan4th on Tuesday, July 22 2003 @ 10:08 AM PDT
    Me want occasional fling just to get my rocks off. Me jealous.

    Seriously, I hope your ribs feel better enough to ride. There would be something deeply wrong with the universe if you were that close and didn't get to check it out.