Thunder Dolphin

The rollercoaster at LaQua climbs a track so high that you can see across the glacial white expanse of Tokyo Dome. Last night the sky was clear and the lights and neon from other parts of the city were so captivating that for a brief moment, I forgot was was about to happen.
It was after a baseball game, nearly closing time, and our companion Ben said, “C’mon, let’s go ride!” What a brilliant idea. There was no line. We’ve seen waits of several hours with people snaking down the stairs and out into the hallway. But we waited the length of one loading and unloading and then it was our turn.
We piled into the back of the roller coaster. Ben and two other friends sat in the last car. Then us. Then a lot of little Japanese folk. After everyone was strapped in and checked, they were about to press the button to release the brake when there was some hand-waving at the front and an announcement.
“There will be a short delay for a safety check. Please wait a moment.” And in the operator’s booth, they started pulling out manuals. Hmmmm. Maybe they’d never had so many overweight gaijin sitting in the back before. How would that affect the ride? Too much power down the hills? Could we fly off the track on the curves?
After a few minutes, during which a sixth companion (who had bailed in fear) mocked us, they closed the manuals, pushed the big green button and we took off. Up the steep hill with the view and then…
Terror. The first drop plunges nearly straight down. I screamed. People aren’t supposed to plunge straight down. I closed my eyes before we hit bottom.
But as soon as I felt the coaster curving up (ah! safe!), I opened them again to see our ward office passing by sideways. The ride was exhilarating and over way too soon.
But we’ll go again. I’m happy to contribute to LaQua’s money making machine.