The cars run on rollers, so there is, other than the forces of nature, NOTHING stopping you from plummeting to the tarmac far, far below.
So this was me last year:
Granted, it's not my best look. But we loved the way Sonshine was leaning into the action and the look of terror on my face. Tartarus thought it was hilarious and the photo was duly purchased.
I have had my revenge......
Note: Sonshine loves it just as much this year as last year. Tartarus less so. Me? Thought it was hilarious and photo was duly purchased. *evil cackle*
Here's me and Sonshine on the Big Dipper. Twice.
Look - you can actually SEE that I've had my tonsils removed in this one. That was my first ever time on the Big Dipper, a wooden roller-coaster. And it was fab. So fab we got off and queued again for a second time. And then in the evening, at the Jubilee Do, I went on a third time.
I am more relaxed on it this third time around. I have had an alcoholic beverege. Or two.
Do you like roller-coasters? I do.
But not ones 200 feet up in the air. Which is what Tartarus and Sonshine went on after this. No photos. Even Tartarus knew that to take a photo when you were high enough up to see the Isle of Man could only lead to imminent teeth-knocking out and possibly vomit-splatter.
Jubilee pix next time around :-)