I've always been fascinated by roller coasters. Mainly because I wouldn't ride one if I was offered a million dollars. Okay, maybe I would but whatever.
So, even though roller coasters are the epitome of theme parks, and anybody going with me thinks I'm a party pooper, I enjoy the rides that spin (much to everyone's horror).
Because I don't enjoy them, I have a lot to think about while waiting for my friends to get off. I was thinking the other day, the name "Roller Coaster" doesn't make any sense at all. Sure, the thing rolls. I get that. But how did the little square things you put under your teacup get into all this? As far as I know, coasters are for drinks. Not for strange contraptions that torture people in an adrenaline-pumping manner.
For all we know the guy that invented rollers coasters had ADD and was sitting on his porch swing, drinking tea and said "I'm going to name my invention Roller....A COASTER!......heeey that has a swell ring to it. I'll call them Roller Coasters". Thus, the name was born. Does anybody else think about things like this?
Until Next Time, Cheemo!
