On the way to Ohio Wednesday night, we discovered that we hadn't been to Cedar Point in a few years. As in, nearly 20 years! Yow!
The drive down was easy enough, and thanks to TomTom and Grace's outstanding driving skills, we found our hotel very easily. I had rejected a bunch of hotels that Grace first suggested because well, if you're going on vacation, what's the point in staying in a craphole? So, no Super 8, Motel 6, Days Inn or Comfort Inn for me. Fairfield Inn? Sure, why not. I can't think of a time I've had a bad room there!
Let's just say you can cross the Fairfield Inn in Sandusky off your list of "must see" sites. The room was nice enough, I suppose. But if the point of a jacuzzi is that you can relax with your significant other, well, you'd better be an
extremely small couple. Like Mini Me size. And God help you if one of you moves around because sooner or later, someone's gonna end up with a big toe in a
very uncomfortable place. Luckily, my physician had already done my prostate exam and we skipped that procedure.
They were nice enough to put a decent size LCD television in the room, but didn't manage to leave a matching remote. What happened to the good old days when the remotes were bolted to the friggin' nightstand?!
The HVAC unit was mounted, as standard these days, right below the curtains and drapes. So, unless you tucked those onto the window sill, all the cold air just went onto the panes of glass to the outside of the building, further building up the condensation.
We woke up bright and early on Thursday morning (9am!) and headed over to the park. First stop, Millenium Force -- 300-some feet up in the air, with an 80 degree drop on the first hill. 93 miles an hour. Excellent! The intervening 20 years have seen some amazing technology upgrades in getting the cars up the hill, this one uses some sort of metal shuttle bar that yanks you up the hill fast enough that you don't have enough time to panic and worry about just how friggin' high up you are.

Next up, the Maverick. Hooooollllllyyyy Crap! Only 105 feet up in the air, but the first drop actually comes back in on itself with a drop of 95 degrees. Once again, no chain lift on the big hill, this one uses linear induction to get you up there. About half-way through the ride, there's a smooth slowdown as you head into a dark tunnel. Part way through, there's another induction set that shoots you right back out of the tunnel at full speed. Yow! This one had the longest wait times in the park all day long, about 90 minutes, but is TOTALLY worth it. This is an awesome coaster!
We headed over to the Red Garter Saloon for some lunch -- a chicken caesar salad and a delicious dill pickle from Lexington, MI.
From there we headed over to the Skyhawk, one of two evil rides in the park. Think of this one as two hammers hanging upside down, next to each other, with two cars facing opposite each other on each hammer. The hammers swing in opposite directions, so everyone spends half the ride seeing the impending doom and the other half only feeling the impending doom.
Now, it should be said that Grace is an EXCELLENT partner for amusement parks. She doesn't whine and complain about rides, even those that our combined 80 years of wisdom should tell us are bad ideas. We both missed the mark here.
About two swings into the ride, I see Grace is upset. Tears upset. Do you know how freaking long that ride is when the other one is crying? Yeah, about 3 decades longer than forever. Once the ride FINALLY came to a stop, I convinced her to wipe away the tears before the two 12-year old girls she had befriended in the line saw her. Once you've taken crap from Justin Bieber fans, there's not much light at the end of the tunnel...
Next up, the Gemini. It wasn't something we "headed for" so much as we happened across it and the line was only showing as 15 minutes long. Except, that 15 minutes was really just walking through the completely empty queue... There was NO ONE in line.
Right here, I should point out that the Caesar salad and dill pickle was a BAD combination. Add in the exceedingly muggy weather and well, there's not much that could have avoided the upcoming bad situation.
It's a good thing Gemini's ride time is short. I truly believe that if there had been 30 seconds more spinning and dropping, I'd have been spinning and dropping my lunch onto innocent bystanders. I don't usually get sick riding coasters, but something got me that morning.
Luckily, Grace took pity on me and we headed back to the hotel for a bit. Yeah, we made it a whole 4 hours in the park and had to TAKE A NAP. For two hours! Yeah, we're old.
That over, I was feeling MUCH better, so we headed back to the park. Since Grace knows all the tricks, we were able to park again without paying a second time. I'm pretty sure that deal is available to anyone, but when she explained it to me, she certainly tried to make it sound like she knew some magic 'park-worker of old' words.
Once back in the park, we picked up some vanilla custard while watching the MaxAir ride. Now, I should have realized that this would be a bad idea... Grace had already told me there was NO WAY she was going on it. She'd be happy to watch me, though!
So, MaxAir is basically a carousel of seats at the bottom of a pendulum. The carousel spins around while the pendulum swings back and forth just a bit past 90 degrees in the air. By the second time past 90 degrees, I realized
I had made a horrrible, horrible mistake. One that might very well cost me my custard. Thanks heavens that ride stopped much more quickly than the Skyhawk. I wiped away my tears before the 14-year old next to me happened to notice. He was screaming like a girl DURING the ride, but at least he didn't have to wipe away the evidence on his shirt sleeve.
That done, we headed to the Wicked Twister. It's a U-shaped bit of evil that shoots you out of the launching area at about 840 miles an hour. And thank God for that too, because I think it was the only thing keeping the crap from staying IN my boxers. Up one side, and twist. Oh, goody, BACKWARDS back through the launching area and up the other side. Oh, and back down and FASTER through the launching area. Repeat until nauseous.
We should have known that ride was a bad idea when someone nearly got smacked with a cell phone that fell out of someone's pocket on the ride. I can't even imagine what a goose egg that would have left, falling from 120 feet up.
From there, we headed back to the Magnum, something that just doesn't feel that dangerous after having done the 300ft Millenium. Still that sucker takes FOR-EVER to get up the hill. Ugh. Just knots in the stomach as you click up each of the 200 feet on that first hill.
We did sit and watch the Top Thrill Dragster for a few launches, both of us nodding in agreement that we WERE NOT going on that damned thing. 400 eff-you feet in the air? No. 120 miles per hour? Sure, but not when I gotta twist and come back down ANOTHER 400 eff-you feet...
Unless you've already booked a chiropractor visit for the afternoon, skip the Mean Streak. 20 years ago, that was a VERY cool ride. Now, it's just plain old back pain. The last half of the ride was completely lost on me because all I could think about was how badly I wanted to kill the idiot at the control panel for even allowing human subjects ON that thing.
We went back toward the front of the park, because I think both of us had had enough for the day. We hit the Blue Streak on the way out of the park, mostly out of respect for it. It's been there almost 50 years, and it's still just as much fun as I remember.
Once back at the hotel, we ordered some Dominos Pizza and fell asleep once we were stuffed full of pizza goodness.
It was, despite my protestations above, an exceedingly good time. But, my age is apparently catching up to me. Sick on rides? Need a nap by 2pm? I think I actually threw out a HIP while walking back to the car.
Despite (or maybe because of) the muggy weather, the rides REALLY felt empty. Apart from the Millenium (45 minutes) and the Maverick (90 minutes), none of the other rides even had more than a 5 minute line. We walked right up to Magnum, right up to Gemini, right up to Blue Streak and right up to Mean Streak. I think we waiting maybe two rides worth at any of the other rides. I can't think of a time when that's ever happened before. Even the Millenium and Maverick lines moved right along, neither line time was as long as advertised. I don't know whether attendance is that far down, or if people have just lost interest in the older rides. Top Thrill Dragster was only showing 90 minutes line time when we checked that one, but was showing 3 hours when we checked it using an iPhone app on the drive home on Friday.
Yeah, there's an iPhone app to check line times for Cedar Point rides. How freakin' cool is that?!