Bob Coker is a legend in the roller coaster review world. The founder of Thrill Ride! and the acclaimed writer of Roller Coasters: A Thrill Seeker's Guide to to the Ultimate Scream Machines, Bob combines his passionate love for roller coasters with an exquisitely masterful writing style to produce some of the most eloquent and enjoyable thrill ride reviews anywhere. He is my inspiration for this section of the site, where I will try to create overviews of coasters new and old that have that same feeling of familiarity. The emphasis is on the word "try." I doubt I'll ever get close to Coker's greatness, but it gives me something to do.
Roller coasters are meant to be experienced, and roller coaster fanatics, such as myself, are of a different breed. We live for that thrill and rush fueled by that massive straight drop. We crave the twisting spirals and disorienting inversions that a roller coaster can provide. We love being scared half to death safely. Contrary to what oversensationalists (read: idiots) like Congressman Ed Markey would have you believe, roller coasters are not perilous death machines. In fact, most roller coaster accidents that occur are the result of rider stupidity, where geniuses-in-training disobey the rules and are punished with a little bit of pain. No roller coaster company in its right mind would truly produce a dangerous roller coaster. Every inch of track is careful analyzed and tested before any design ever is finalized. The goal is to create the illusion of danger without actually ever having any.
So the next time you look up at a towering 200+ foot scream machine and feel your heart start to accelerate, your palms begin to sweat, and your head become slightly woozy, just remember: you're supposed to feel that way.
And frankly, few people who have ever been on a roller coaster have walked away hating these marvelous thrill rides for life.
Roller coasters: as good as sex (that's actually been scientifically compared, by the way).