I've always had an aversion to amusement parks - a mecca for assorted trash in every sense of the word. Amusement parks with "Fun Houses" and other sadistic attractions designed by 
I have a clown phobia and PTSD stemming from them popping balloons in my baby face. Or was that the child molester who blew up a condom for kicks? Either way, places like Coney Island, Playland, Seaside Heights and Knoebels leave a bad taste in my mouth,too.
No one was more surprised than I to find myself lured to Coney Island's new Luna Park - like a luna moth to a flame, so to speak. And I was thrilled by what I witnessed. An colorful ride called
THE AIR RACE
After making sure all the riders were securely locked in, the attendants ran away from the amusement as fast as they could and I couldn't imagine why - It started off innocently enough. And then it transformed into a ride guaranteed to cause a lifetime of chiropractic visits.
After making sure all the riders were securely locked in, the attendants ran away from the amusement as fast as they could and I couldn't imagine why - It started off innocently enough. And then it transformed into a ride guaranteed to cause a lifetime of chiropractic visits.
By the time The Air Race finished, black people had turned white, white people were green, and half of them had lost thier shoes & wallets. If I were still bulimic, I'd organize a field trip to Luna Park where we'd first partake of NATHANS and WILLIAM'S CANDY before taking a whirl
ON THE
ELECTRO SPIN
ON THE ELECTRO SPIN
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