Our day started off soggy. Rained the entire way up to the metropolis of Louisville. No worries. During the ride up there I was with Toddman and our education minister. We retreated to the noiseless of Phil’s car. By the time we got up there, the rain cleared.
Kentucky Kingdom is no Six Flags. As Andrew put it, it’s 6 Flag’s dirty little secret. I knew it wasn’t Disney World when I got in line for the first ride. It was the Breakdancer….sorta a carnival type ride. Spins around and makes you throw up and all that. What made it much different than Disney World was that the ride operator hawked up a big nasty loogie and spit it out in view of myself. Nasty. She (yes, SHE) apologized for it (I think). Then after a few minutes of fumbling at the controls, she got on the intercom and said “Ok, it’s gonna be a little longer because I can’t get this started again.” Completely unprofessional on both counts. Don’t ever spit in front of patrons. And always be trained adequately to handle how to start and stop the rides. I mean it’s nearing toward the end of the summer. Seems like she should have figured out how to do this by now.
The Kingdom (or commonwealth) of Kentucky is filled with roller coasters. Unfortunately these roller coasters tend to give me headaches, so I’m not as enthusiastic about it as what I should be. The Twisted Twins were good. The Twin’s name once was “Twisted Sister.” But Dee Snider must have objected, citing intellectual property reasons. (And I did say Dee Snider and intellectual property in the same sentence.)
I’m glad I went. It was a pretty reasonable afternoon. The kids seemed to enjoy it too.