2/17/02
After a late night full of riding the Hurricane, we departed to our respective places for the night. In the morning we met at Jon’s house around 8:30 and began our pilgrimage back across the state to BGT. As you know, we were entertained for a good portion of our 4 hour journey by writing our trip report from the previous night (see
here). And now we’re writing this second joint trip report from Jon’s lovely hotel room sporting a great view of Gwazi from the balcony.
We arrived after weeks of anticipation at BGT around 1:30 (hey, it was a late night of coasting for us sleep-deprived teens!). We had half an hour before meeting fellow buzzer “Atlantis104” at Kumba; so we headed on over to Montu to get our energy flowing. We opted for the second row on this B and M masterpiece. What a wake up call it turned out to be! This excellent first lap on Montu was only a precursor to the extraordinary day to come. We know had to double-time it over to Kumba to meet Joey. Now would be a good time to express our feelings on the layout of this park. We would describe the jumbled and dead-ended midways as more of a giant maze rather than the simple paths we are accustomed to.
After numerous “its this way” “no its this way” type conversations, we arrived at Kumba just a little bit late. Luckily, Joey was patiently awaiting us, and escorted us onto our first lap on Kumba of the day. As many of you may have read Kara’s previous TR, it was obvious Kumba was not running up to par for her before. To those of you concerned (Josh!), her mindset has changed after receiving a “smooth as glass” run on Kumba. Whether it was new wheels or the drastic change in weather, Kumba was running exceptionally well. Unfortunately, we had made previous arrangements to meet our parents at Rhino Rally, so we had to run off. But fear not, that is not the last of our encounters with our fellow buzzer….we’d meet up again later. After seeing Rhino Rally’s 90 minute wait time, we decided to put it off until later that day. Off to Gwazi.
From a distance, we spotted both sides running and jumped in excitement…Kara would get her credit on Lion. Unfortunately, we knew that there was little chance of getting a dueling ride. We hopped in the queue for about a 20 minute wait, which with CF operations could’ve been a 2 minute wait; stupid loading procedures. While in the turnstiles, we decided that we just had to get them to duel. Kara made a makeshift sign out of a tissue with the plea “DUEL PLEASE” and displayed it forcefully in the faces of the ride ops while going through the seemingly endless loading procedure while in the train. We could see that something was up; the crew was on their phones to the ops up in the control booth. On the final lap bar check a crewmember informed us that there was no need for the sign anymore, that the call had been made…Gwazi was about to duel. While we were freaking out, heads in the station turned and marveled at the beautiful, yet rare, sight of two trains being dispatched simultainiously. Our backseat dueling ride turned out to be spectacular. With the excitement still flowing through our blood, we made our way back to the “mighty magnificent Mabillard Montu.”
We met up with Joey again, and took a spin on Montu. Despite the long wait for the front, we decided to do it; seeing as how it would be ample opportunity to just talk coasters. It turned out to be an amazing ride, which we all enjoyed immensely (duh!). In the mood for some “Anton action” we set off for Scorpion. Unfortunately, the line was ridiculously long – about 30 minutes. We decided now would be a good time to give Rhino Rally a try…we were determined to get a ride on this regardless of the wait. We met up with our parents, and began our hour-long journey through the queue. This is one of those times when having three teen enthusiasts, each with their own stories to tell, helps like nothing else to pass the time. Before we knew it, we were sitting in the Land Rover ready to depart. Well, we certainly saw our fair share of Rhino’s on our trek. One to be exact. However, if you had seen this Rhino, doing what this rhino was doing, you would not want to see another rhino again. Let’s just say, if the ride was not created to cross a river at this point, things had changed. Moving on… We entered the river portion of the journey, with the pontoon bridge acting as a raft. We were especially interested in the Vekoma track (right Joey?). Overall, the ride was fun..but not great. Nevertheless, we were glad we did it. With an hour left, we decided to get the most out of our evening, coasting away the rest. We decided the best thing to do was to get one last lap on both Kumba and Montu before the park closed. First up was Kumba. We took a nice sunset ride in the second row. With all attempts for a re-ride failing, we left for Montu. We ended up waiting a total of about 40 minutes, getting the last ride of the night in the back row. Not only was this last lap an emotional one (it would be Kara’s last coaster for 3 months), but it was also quite possibly the greatest run of the entire weekend. The combination of the back seat speed with the darkness of the night provided a truly amazing ride. If one has to say goodbye to coasters for awhile, this was the way to do it. After departing with Joey, who was off to Orlando that night (Kara hates you btw…) we went across the street to Pizza Hut, where we dined under the lights of Montu.
Now here we are, sitting in the hotel room…Gwazi in what seems like reaching distance away. It’s quarter to eleven, and Kara has to catch a 7 am flight back to Muskegon in the morning. Thanks to CoasterBuzz, FloridaCoasterRider and ST Chick had a weekend never to forget, not to mention a great friendship that will last well beyond this rendezvous.
*** This post was edited by ST chick on 2/18/2002. ***