Thus went the first circle. About half way through the ride, I could keep my eyes open the whole time. But, I never released my death grip on the bar. The poor frog was included in the grip on the bar, so he didn’t have a great ride either. My friend said something about looking at the scenery and I snapped, “Yeah, yeah, it’s great!” without turning my head to look.  This made him laugh, and then he tried to make up by telling me how brave I was and how proud he was of me. Blah, blah, blah.

Finally, the “driver” started letting people off. Guess what! We got a bonus! He forgot to let us off, and we got another whole ride! Wasn’t that lucky?

By the time he started letting people off again, I told my friend that I felt we should get off now, too. He believed me because he said, very gravely, that he would make sure of it. When we were on the ground and I was sucking down a cigarette, I told him that it hadn’t been so bad and I MIGHT do it again some day.

Then I lost my mind again and got on another ride that I swore I never would do…a much worse ride….the cable sky lift things that carry you over the park! MUCH worse. I told him so in between moans while I had my face buried in his shoulder and crushed the frog in another death grip against the bar. I told him there was no doubt about it; I would NEVER get on another one of those and that I had made my decision about the log ride. No log ride. A person can come up with only so much adrenaline and recklessness in one day.

He had started the day hoping to get me on a roller coaster. HAH! He knows better now.