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hazelbiteI went on Tower of Terror. Four times. It was AWESOME!
I usually HATE rides that drop suddenly, straight down, and I said I would NOT ride it whatsoever. I was scarred for life, you see, when I went on The Edge, the old drop ride at Great America (which was taken down a long time ago and replaced by Drop Zone). Never went on another drop ride again...not until this past Monday, atleast.
Anyway, I was terrified and freaking out while in line but my motto is "try everything at least once" and I decided I should be brave. So I'm standing in line with my friend who hasn't been on it yet either but was looking forward to it more than all of us, and the closer we get to the actual ride, the more freaked out I get until we're actually sitting down on the ride.
There are three elevators with two levels each. We were on the second level IN THE FRONT ROW! I insisted that I couldn't be in the front row but the groups were already set up, so I just told myself I would keep my eyes shut the entire time. We walk into the elevator and I discover that there is hardly anything to hold onto. No bars in front just little hadles in between the seats AND I was on the aisle so I only had ONE handle and, man oh man, did I have a death grip on it.
The ride doors close and you start to move backward while the story is being told. I don't remember hearing the story at all because I was whimpering in fright the entire time. You go up a level and watch a sort-of movie, more story, and the elevator moves a little. It doesn't drop you but makes you think it will. So, of course, I screamed in terror. Up another level and the story continues, the screen goes dark and all you see is a door and stars, lighting strikes and WHOOSH! down you go. I screamed continuously the entire time, I screamed on the way up and on the way down. If there was a glass goblet, I'm sure it would have cracked.
You drop once then rise up again to drop a second time. Up again even higher and the doors at the top open so you can see the entire park (except for me 'cause my eyes were glued shut) then down again, up to the top again then all the way down.
I was shaking as I walked off that ride convinced that I was never going on it again.
So why, you ask, did I ride it three more times after that?
First ride: Absolutely terrified but finally recovered.
Second ride: The next day we went back trying to get another friend to go on it who was even more terrified of it than I was. She chickened out and my other friend dragged me into line saying: "It's only a twenty minute wait!" So on we go and I'm questioning my sanity at this point.
For me, it was worse the second time because I knew exactly when the first drop was going to happen, all the while in line I kept saying "why am I on this ride again?" We get the same elevator, same row but I switched seats with my friend so SHE could could on the aisle and I would have two handles. One continuous scream later and I was shaking as we walk off the ride again.
Third ride: We finally convince our other friend to go on it on the condition that she would only go if I went too. So, tra la la, I'm in line again somehow. I'm feeling a bit better about the entire thing by reassuring my friend that it really isn't all that bad. We get a different elevator and the back row this time and our friend walks out of line at the very last minute. I think she started hyperventilating. Anyway, so now I'm on this ride again because my friend would only go if I went and she just walked out of line.
Suprisingly, it wasn't as bad the third time and I was ready to willingly get back in line.
Fourth ride: Got our friend to reluctantly get back inline with us, we were sure she was going to walk out of line again but oh well, I actually wanted to ride again!
I'm happy to say that she finally stayed on the ride, but will never ride it again. We were fine with that because we only wanted her to ride it at least once. And I finally kept my eyes open! I got to see the park all lit up at the top (we rode it at night the last day there), it was so great. Our picture was so silly. My friend (the terrified one) looked, well, terrified. I looked terrified but I was really enjoying myself, my other friend had her arms in the air and huge grin on her face. Good times.
We would have gone a fifth time but it was getting late (California Adventure closes at 10pm) so we wandered back over to Disneyland until midnight.
We all got badges that said: "Hollywood Tower of Terror, I survived"
I'm quite proud of myself and am really looking forward to going back sometime.
I also have a story about how we got evacuated from Splash Mountain, but that story is for another time.
♥Liz
I usually HATE rides that drop suddenly, straight down, and I said I would NOT ride it whatsoever. I was scarred for life, you see, when I went on The Edge, the old drop ride at Great America (which was taken down a long time ago and replaced by Drop Zone). Never went on another drop ride again...not until this past Monday, atleast.
Anyway, I was terrified and freaking out while in line but my motto is "try everything at least once" and I decided I should be brave. So I'm standing in line with my friend who hasn't been on it yet either but was looking forward to it more than all of us, and the closer we get to the actual ride, the more freaked out I get until we're actually sitting down on the ride.
There are three elevators with two levels each. We were on the second level IN THE FRONT ROW! I insisted that I couldn't be in the front row but the groups were already set up, so I just told myself I would keep my eyes shut the entire time. We walk into the elevator and I discover that there is hardly anything to hold onto. No bars in front just little hadles in between the seats AND I was on the aisle so I only had ONE handle and, man oh man, did I have a death grip on it.
The ride doors close and you start to move backward while the story is being told. I don't remember hearing the story at all because I was whimpering in fright the entire time. You go up a level and watch a sort-of movie, more story, and the elevator moves a little. It doesn't drop you but makes you think it will. So, of course, I screamed in terror. Up another level and the story continues, the screen goes dark and all you see is a door and stars, lighting strikes and WHOOSH! down you go. I screamed continuously the entire time, I screamed on the way up and on the way down. If there was a glass goblet, I'm sure it would have cracked.
You drop once then rise up again to drop a second time. Up again even higher and the doors at the top open so you can see the entire park (except for me 'cause my eyes were glued shut) then down again, up to the top again then all the way down.
I was shaking as I walked off that ride convinced that I was never going on it again.
So why, you ask, did I ride it three more times after that?
First ride: Absolutely terrified but finally recovered.
Second ride: The next day we went back trying to get another friend to go on it who was even more terrified of it than I was. She chickened out and my other friend dragged me into line saying: "It's only a twenty minute wait!" So on we go and I'm questioning my sanity at this point.
For me, it was worse the second time because I knew exactly when the first drop was going to happen, all the while in line I kept saying "why am I on this ride again?" We get the same elevator, same row but I switched seats with my friend so SHE could could on the aisle and I would have two handles. One continuous scream later and I was shaking as we walk off the ride again.
Third ride: We finally convince our other friend to go on it on the condition that she would only go if I went too. So, tra la la, I'm in line again somehow. I'm feeling a bit better about the entire thing by reassuring my friend that it really isn't all that bad. We get a different elevator and the back row this time and our friend walks out of line at the very last minute. I think she started hyperventilating. Anyway, so now I'm on this ride again because my friend would only go if I went and she just walked out of line.
Suprisingly, it wasn't as bad the third time and I was ready to willingly get back in line.
Fourth ride: Got our friend to reluctantly get back inline with us, we were sure she was going to walk out of line again but oh well, I actually wanted to ride again!
I'm happy to say that she finally stayed on the ride, but will never ride it again. We were fine with that because we only wanted her to ride it at least once. And I finally kept my eyes open! I got to see the park all lit up at the top (we rode it at night the last day there), it was so great. Our picture was so silly. My friend (the terrified one) looked, well, terrified. I looked terrified but I was really enjoying myself, my other friend had her arms in the air and huge grin on her face. Good times.
We would have gone a fifth time but it was getting late (California Adventure closes at 10pm) so we wandered back over to Disneyland until midnight.
We all got badges that said: "Hollywood Tower of Terror, I survived"
I'm quite proud of myself and am really looking forward to going back sometime.
I also have a story about how we got evacuated from Splash Mountain, but that story is for another time.
♥Liz
