Chris remembered that this ride used to be a lot of fun. It was later in the day, so I decided to share a ride with Chris. He was supposed to drive. He ended up being too big. I barely fit and I’m five foot four. I think this ride wasn’t made for adults.
When Chris got in, his knees were pretty much up to his chest. My knees were next to the steering wheel, but I was determined because we had stood in line and I squished myself in.
Pedal to the metal, I drove around the track, the little car chugging away angry that there were two adults in the car. It made furious noises as we turned the corner complaining the whole time about the weight. It refused to drive straight. But I did not relent. I kept the pedal down. This little race car was not going to win this fight!
Chris looked behind us and declared that E was catching up to us and I said, “Oh no!” and we pretended to be driving faster in our getaway vehicle even though that thing moved slower than I could walk.
The little car sputtered as we reached the end and I raised my hands in victory! It sighed with relief as we exited the vehicle, the weight of two full grown adults no longer in its seats. And I think it smiled a little when it saw its next guests were a small child and his mom. And I said to it, “Until we meet again!” Knowing full well that I would not be going on that ride again. And I think it cursed me under its breath.