Kinzel is clearly ignoring the needs of his company and its shareholders and building something that makes no business sense, but will make the handful of people who follow the indutry remember his name.
Gosh!
(Wow, it is fun to rant with no basis in reality or fact :) )
Viva La 500-Footer!
No wonder threads here go AWOL, people don't read things.
It was in a second rate, questionable publication.
...that uses CBuzz as a "source."
Dragstermania said:
and don't forget there is still plenty of land on the island that MF goes on!!!!!!!!
Oh geez, I should have never opened my mouth.
You can get a whole hell of a lot more motion in your ocean at 100-250 feet than you can at 500. I'm hoping the next coaster concentrates more on the journey, than getting from the starting line to the finish line in 17 seconds at warp speed. :)
Hobbes: "What's the point of attaching a number to everything you do?"
Calvin: "If your numbers go up, it means you're having more fun."
MY POST IS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lord Gonchar said:
Kinzel is clearly ignoring the needs of his company and its shareholders and building something that makes no business sense, but will make the handful of people who follow the indutry remember his name!
I'll remember his name no matter what comes to the park in 2007. Magnum, Raptor, Millennium Force, and Top Thrill Dragster are big enough to remember the man who saw these ride's as a way to get the large regional park into a park that is known around the country.
I think we'll all remember Mr. Kinzel given Magnum, Raptor, MF, TTD, and Mavrick! Mantis may not be the best, but it was the world's largest and it is a B&M.
Tom
"Dick. Listen to me. We need you for one last job."
He looks up slowly from his tumbler.
"I did my work. I did my work well. My time is done now. Now get the hell outta here," he half says, half spits.
"You don't understand Dick. We're in trouble. Ever since Magic Mountain started charging 15 bucks for parking and running 3 trains on Riddler every 3 days they've been chewing up our market like crazy!"
"You know that's not my trouble now. I have to live my life now. A life without Maggie. A life without Millie. A life without....pancakes. I did what I could, why can't you people just leave ME ALONE!?!"
He slams his fist down on the bar and continues.
"I wanted to go out with a bang! A bang damnit! But no. Deuling flyers was too expensive. The 500 footer was too expensive. 5 new Dippin' Dots guys was too freaking expensive for you people!!!! I wanted a bang, damnit, and every reputable newspaper in the country had quoted me on that! But no. It wasn't mean to be. You took that away from me and what do I have left? A bottle of JD and a stomach full of regrets. Now get out."
As the man dissapointedly walked out and the bar patrons went back to what they were doing, shrugging off the strange conversation between the man in the dark suit and the sad drunken fellow at the bar.
And as the juke box played, and the small glasses of booze clinked and chimed in the night, as the billiard balls clicked together and the drunks left one by one, if you listened very closely, you could hear a one word utterance softly spoken at the bar.
"Maverick!" he muttered as he slowly patted his hands on the bar.
"Maverick!"
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