Beege Welborn

Hubby and Ebola are 'G' kinda guys and have always blissfully ridden the worst rollercoasters they could find. They both seem immune to equilibrium upsets, where I am not.

The clackity-clack of the wooden tracks is so much more appealing to me than those swoopy swirls of the big modern monsters. 

I also appreciate the engineering - I just think they're so beautiful. There was nothing lonelier or sadder - or scarier - than driving by the abandoned Six Flags near Irish Bayou after Katrina, with the unlit silhouette of that roller coaster against a heavy grey sky.

It's sad to see another gone, especially a historic one.