The Metal Dragon

Hey, Guys!
This is my first post, hopefully the first of many!
Enjoy the ride!

The blistering sun beat down on my forehead, creating beads of sweat that race down my face. In the distance, I see the tip of the Magnum. A rollercoaster car is crawling, almost sneaking up over the tip of the track like a caterpillar slowly edging up a leaf. Below it, the refection of the red coaster car looks strange and disoriented as it dances across the waters of Lake Erie. All of the screams of joy and terror, the cries of happiness, and the beeping of the games join together to form one horrifying choir.
A car shoots off leaving the screams to fade into the sizzling hot air. In front of me is a bar that will swing open on its smooth hinges for me to board the rollercoaster with my dad.
I’m freaking out.
I’m not usually afraid of riding rollercoasters, but the thought of riding at over 100 miles per hour puts me over the edge.
Another car flashes down the track, blurring its path red.
“Morgan, do you want to ride the Dragster?” my dad questions. “Decide quickly, because we need to hop in the next car.”
“No, Dad,” I gulp, swallowing my fear and anxiety, “Let’s do this.”
The next car rumbles down the track. It comes to a slow and steady stop in front of the gate.
The gates silently fly open, and my only defense against the dragon gone. I shakily hop into the car as the world swirls around me.
The boring, plain monotone pours out of the speakers.
“Welcome to the Top-Thrill Dragster. Please buckle your seatbelts and pull down the lap bar. An assistant will be around shortly to pull down your shoulder bar…”
I’m trapped within the dragon, with no hope of escape, advancing toward my doom.
“…And enjoy your ride on the Top-Thrill Dragster!”
“I’m dead meat.”
The car, slowly but surely, is beginning to creep up to the stoplight that signals the magnets to pull us along the track. It is slithering as smoothly as a snake.
I’ve always heard the front is the worst on all rollercoasters. Personally, I think the back is the most terrifying, and I’m the one so conveniently sitting in the back seat.
“Isn’t this my lucky day?” I thought sarcastically.
As the stop light begins to count down, I feel butterflies.
Nope. These are elephants. There’s a wild elephant party in my stomach. Oh, can’t the ride just start?
There’s no going back. I squeeze my eyes tightly together, waiting for the fatal sensation.
I’m still waiting for my demise. This is really too long to wait for something that takes about forty seconds to ride.
I’m downright terrified.
I am choking the lap bar, waiting for the ride to begin.
My eyes are shut.
But it doesn’t. I crack open one eye, just to make sure I haven’t died. Nope, I’m still on Earth. Why hasn’t the ride started?
I look around bewildered, and my dad is doing the same. .
“Ladies and gentleman, we are experiencing some technical diff-“
He never finishes his sentence because the green GO light has flashed. The ride has begun. We shoot off, and I can see my dad’s cheeks flapping.
I can’t spare the time to laugh because we are already halfway up the hill. I’ve never rode anything like this.
In the blink of an eye, we are at the top.
The top is my favorite part of rollercoasters. It’s one of the most suspenseful parts. For a few split seconds, it seems as if you are submerged in water. Everything moves so slowly, and the beauty of it all is astounding.
The sun is giving off a warm, friendly glow. The trees in the distance seem greener than ever. Lake Erie is crystal clear and calm. Everyone seems to stop as they take in this amazing place. The view is astronomical.
It seems that for a few seconds that I am in paradise.
I hear somebody whisper, “This is beautiful.” My dad grasps my hand. I brace myself for the fall.
Going down is worse. The shrieks rise back into the bright white light of the sun. Before you know it, we are falling.
Finally, we are at the end of the ride. I take down my hands from my face, blink a few times, and ask my dad, “Am I in heaven?” I am rewarded with laughter.
“Thank you for riding the Top-Thrill Dragster. Have a great rest of the day at Cedar Point!”
“Come on, Morgan!” my dad says as we climb out of the car and go out the exit. “Let’s go ride the Gemini!”
I smile as I let him guide me to the next rollercoaster.
I’ve got another dragon to beat.

The Top Thrill Dragster at Cedar Point