Ok ok,
When I was a kid, my favorite ride was the bumper cars. What a wonderful fantasy of the driving experience as it could be. All confrontation, no destination. That’s what the bumper cars are. Driving as an act of pure hostility. But there was always one kid on the bumper cars that couldn’t do it. As soon as the ride got started, he’d be stuck in a pack of empty cars, usually ending up with the attendant hanging off that big pole, helping him steer.
I always preferred a machine ride to anything live, like a pony ride at the zoo. There’s always a creepy guy that runs it. He’s depressed, the pony’s depressed. The whole thing’s a big downer.
Cheers.
ps: Never likes ponies.
