What do you call someone who drives 300 miles to an event at Kennywood, rides Jack Rabbit once during ERT, spends the next two hours chatting with fellow attendees, then drives 300 miles home the same day having ridden nothing else?
A NAPHA member. (Well, the old-school enthusiasts might get it, anyways.)
Plus there's my all-time favorite humorous/inappropriate coaster enthusiast pick-up line (and no, I've never used it):
Hey baby, I've got a woodie in my pants...wanna ride?