Roller-coaster Ride

I stood with my eyes flicking back and forth across the giant metal ribbed structure towering towards the sun. I was almost four feet away from the rickety wooden carts, and I could hear them squeak with age. The attendant was slouched over the control board shouting into the mike, “Would the next people please step up.” I slid onto a stiff seat adjacent to a walking ball of flab (a fat human being) and slowly felt the smooth padded covering. With a lurch and a groan, we accelerated slowly up the incline. We could all smell fear, anxiety and B.O as we slowly drifted up to the edge. “Yea!!!” Screamed the riders as we rocketed down the track. The ball of flab smothered me when we soared over the turns. The next thing I knew, the car was dangling over what seemed like a ninety-foot drop. “Oh no…” I whispered to myself, and then the flab smothered me and everything went black. The wind whipped at my hair, but I kept my eyes closed. Round and round, back and forth, this way and that, and after what seemed like hours of this horror, we skidded to a stop. Adrenaline poured through my veins as I detached myself from the flab. My hands still shook and I spat out lunch, but in my mind I knew I was going to ride “The D-Coaster” again no matter what.