Before we go further, let’s take a quick turn back to check out Bugs Bunny World. Geographically, it’s actually closer to Lickskillet, but remember what I said about spatial awareness (there is a method to my madness. I figure if I go to long without a coaster folks might start getting nervous. I know I do).
Bugs Bunny World claims the Spanish Section of the park. As you would expect, the majority of the attractions here are intended for the shorties.
Little Aviator puts kids in control of their own biplanes…
The Fiesta Wheel…well, I’ll be honest and say it looks like where you put your kids when they need a time out.
You never know when the characters may come out for a visit (actually, it’s probably printed on your map). Yeah, I cheated with this picture here because it’s clearly NOT in this section of the park. Whatever.
Santa Maria is a pleasant enough little swinging ride.
Tweety’s Clubhouse is a Zamp Jumpin’ Star ride – basically a kiddie drop tower.
The Swing Seville is a swing ride for kids who haven’t quite hit the height requirement for the Gotham City Crime Wave.
But the E-ticket attraction here is Wile E. Coyote’s Canyon Blaster.
Let me just cut to the chase here. It’s a family coaster, but that doesn’t mean you should try to get on it. You know what I’m talking about. If you have even a moment of doubt about fitting on this thing, don’t waste your time. It is NOT a comfortable ride for larger riders. If you REALLY need to have the credit, nothing I say here is going to stop you. I got the credit, but I’m not mincing words when I tell you that I’m not proud of it.
This is not an acceptable photobomb.
Okay, back down in the Cotton States area, let’s get ourselves a little history.
The Great American Scream Machine just celebrated its 40th birthday in 2013.
When it opened, the GASM was the tallest, longest, and fastest roller coaster in the world.
Of course, you could buy a gallon of gas for like 40 cents back then.
You could get a loaf of bread for 27 cents. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ‘em. “Give me five bees for a quarter,” you’d say.
Now where were we? Oh yeah; the important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war.
The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones…