Tuesday, May 26, 2009
7 comments:
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LindaSoG said...
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Was on something called the zipper with my sister Anne. She was pencil thin and slipped out of the safety bar and into the cage. The cage spun around while circling around a larger longer base. She was thrown all around that damn thing. It was funny as hell, and I couldn't stop laughing, even as she was screaming for help.
At the end of the ride we were both battered and bloody, her from being banged around and me because she was banging into me too, and I was pinned down and couldn't get way and I still couldn't stop laughing.
Dang. I'm laughing right now just thinking about it. -
5/26/09, 2:57 PM
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Rodger the Real King of France said...
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Laura? Now I'm laffing too.
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5/26/09, 7:40 PM
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LindaSoG said...
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No Rodger, it was my older sister, Anne. And this is the zipper.
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5/26/09, 8:20 PM
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Rodger the Real King of France said...
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Now it really resonates. I once rode on a "Salt and Pepper Shaker" that looked very similar. I forget the circumstances, a faulty restraining bar perhaps, but vividly remember rattling around freestyle inside the cage, sure I was about to go unconscious, or worse. I also remember that my date feigned concern afterward, but then broke into uncontrolled laughter. As we all know, but she evidently learning for the first time, you don't laugh at a man about certain things and maintain the love boner.
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5/26/09, 9:02 PM
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Anonymous said...
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My wife used to love the zipper, but now she is mostly ambivalent. Unless she really wants something.
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5/26/09, 9:45 PM
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David said...
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I had a zipper ride turn me black and blue also, back in the late 70s.
Well actually it was the outside linebacker on our high school football team who turned me black and blue. His head cheerleader girlfriend wanted to ride the zipper and he wouldn't go with her. So I did. Several times. Many nights in a row.
When he heard her telling her friends at school about the two of us spending so much time together while her tough guy boyfriend was being a chicken, he beat the crap out of me in the parking lot.
That is when he found out that his girlfriend was more passionate about something other than rollercoasters - she wouldn't walk away from someone who was injured for being her friend.
He got kicked off the football team for the beating he dished out. I healed up just fine in a few weeks. And the head cheerleader and I dated until we ended up at different colleges on different ends of the country.
I didn't really like the zipper ride, but I have very fond memories because of it. -
5/27/09, 1:24 AM
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pdwalker said...
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I knew there was a reason I never wanted to go on that ride.
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5/27/09, 2:45 AM
