This year, our family vacation took us back to California. I told Chase that we could visit one theme park while we were out there. We had already been to Knott's Berry Farm, Disneyland, and Disney's California Adventure several times (all before the roller coaster bug set in). Chase didn't hesitate when he announced that he wanted to go to Six Flags Magic Mountain, dubbed "The Thrill Capital of the World" as well as the "Coaster Capital of the World," boasting 18 roller coasters - more than any other theme park on Earth. Since Chase's only real interests on this trip were skateboarding (which costs virtually nothing) and visiting Magic Mountain, we gladly agreed. I told Chase to research the park and what rides he wanted to hit while we were there.
The initial ascent was a little eerie (as you can see and hear on the on-ride video). Retro music, followed by a little Jack Nicholson, followed by Metallica's "Enter Sandman," which is pretty darn creepy in itself, then Stephen Tyler singing "Going doooooowwwn..." as we plummeted off the precipice. I remember very little after that first drop (aside from screaming my head off, closing my eyes (only to peek from time-to-time to see if it was almost over) and praying to God that I survived. Toward the very end of the ride, I remember the coaster jerking HARD three times and I felt my neck kind of "snap" then my head bounced off the back of the seat a few times. OUCH!
By the time X2 came to a complete stop, this momma was DONE. My hair was all in my face, my head and neck were killing me, and I felt a little nauseous. I turned and looked at Chase, who saw the expression on my face and said, "You didn't LIKE it?!" To which I responded, "Not at ALL!" Both of my kids loved the ride. I stumbled off the coaster thinking, "It's official, I am OLD." I told the kids to ride whatever they wanted, but I was done for the day. I was more than happy to sit in the shade and people-watch. During this time, I had plenty of time to peruse the park map (and sing along to "Hey Soul Sister" with the Mexican woman sitting next to us, much to her daughter's horror). I noticed (THEN) that X2 had a little extra something next to it's name - Max Thrill Ride. Funny, the description for the other 17 coasters don't mention that.
After posting the lovely photo of me taken after riding X2, my cousin Julie commented that I was her hero, after reading about X2 on Wikipedia. Here's how they describe the ride:
"X2's lift-hill climbs 175 feet (53 m) into the sky with the ride's tallest point above ground at 190 feet (58 m). The first drop is 215 feet (65.5 m) and is sloped at 88.8 degrees, causing the train to reach a maximum speed of 76 mph (122 km/h) (faster than X, at about 70 mph). The 3,610-foot (1100 m) long layout features two inversions including a skydive, two "raven turns", one back flip, and a twisting front flip."
Yeah, yeah, yeah...all that physics and technical jargon baffles me too. To get a better feel for X2, check out this on-ride video from TheCoasterViews (granted, it's not the same as actually riding it, but at least you can see what it's like.) I didn't realize until watching the video that the car rotates around the track. Yeesh!:
X2 has been ranked among Travel+Leisure's "10 Scariest Thrill Rides on the Planet". I have to agree. It is, by far, the scariest ride I've ever been on. After learning more about X2, I don't feel so old after all. Mind you, I'm never planning on riding it EVER again. Four days later, my neck still feels the effects of X2. I'm hoping I won't need to seek chiropractic therapy. Alana asked if I would ride X2 again for a million dollars. My initial response was, "NO!" After thinking about it for a few seconds, though, I reconsidered. I'd ride X2 again for a million dollars...if they strapped my head to the seat. ;) Maybe I'm still a cool momma after all...for now.
With Love and Aloha ~ Nancy