The very first time my father took me on our roller coaster here, it was in the early 60's. I was tween 10 and 15 at the time.
There are two bunny hops near the end of the run, that give some great, Really Great, out-of-the-seats airtime. Well my dad, thinking that maybe his one-and-only might fly out of the car at this point in the ride, reached across me with his arm to "hold me down," as it were...
He ended up hitting the crash bar - and cracked three ribs!
:shock:
And naturally, I want to go on The Coaster again, and again and again.....
Ah, childhood memories.