Sunday, October 15, 2000 9:06 PM
I'm going to try and hammer this out while I still remember it, because between the coasting, the alcohol and two nights in an uncomfortable bed, I'm more fried than Keith Richards at a crack party.
After the less than stellar weather last weekend, I knew this weekend would be crazy. Friday saw a crowd three times what they were expecting (though still manageable) and Saturday was a record day, topping off somewhere around 45,000 people.
The people in close company were my lovely bride, Stephanie, my cousin, his hoochie and best friend. We arrived at Breakers around 6:30 and checked in to our phat suite with lake view. After spending more time there later, I became irritated with some little things, namely the uncomfortable beds (nothing compared to the sofa bed) and the mold around the tub. Come on Cedar Point... accomodations is the one place you seem to always let me down, even if in little ways.
Despite the 10,000+ Friday crowd, waits weren't bad at all. I was surprised at how much I liked Iron Dragon at night, and Raptor gave some fast rides. Mantis had an insanely long line, and it was back to stack-o-rama, so we bypassed it.
We jumped in line for a 45 minute wait at The Force. After some little turds tried their best to get behind us, we landed front seat. The experience was nothing short of religious, and I don't think I'm exaggerating. The three key airtime points, Magnum hill, return hill and bunny hop, each pushed so hard that I could actually feel the hard part of the lapbar, something I hadn't felt since Superman at SFDL. I was shocked. The raw speed around the dark island would have been a powerful enough experience, but this was insane. Watching that moonlit track pass below me at high speed was nuts. For lap 46, it sure did surprise me.
A quick jump on a space shot and we headed back to the Breakers Love Shack, where Steph had fallen asleep (something about teaching at 6 a.m. that morning