I really love to ride rollercoasters. There is a great excitement right before they say " Enjoy your ride" and they release the brakes. At that moment I ponder my options of death. It is not until I hit the peak of the hill... right before the coaster starts to cascade down... that I let go and just .... scream at the top of my lungs, let go of my hands and raise them over my head!
anyway... now that I am older I can't seem to get on one, for that "options of death" stays with me pretty much the whole damn ride. I am not enjoying myself while I grit my teeth and keep my lips closed so my dentures don't hit the person behind me.