Disaster Transport is an old, little-loved indoor roller coaster at Cedar Point. Once, according to legend and bunny_hugger, it was a whole show, with a narrative whose backstory one got in the queue, with lights and sounds and ride events, and even custom uniforms for the ride staff to add to the atmosphere. This was long, long ago. Many of the props still exist, but all the events are gone, the sound effects are gone, all the things which would make it come to life are gone, victims of neglect. Cedar Point has neglected the ride for years, some seasons even leaving it by the side of the road, failing to work up even the energy to finish writing ``FREE TO GOOD HOME'' on a piece of cardboard. The crowds have sensed this neglect, and allowed the ride to fall into invisibility. It's allowed its quiet, technically continued, existence, and only rarely does a full month go by without someone checking on the Disaster Transport staff to ask if they've starved to death or something.
This Saturday, its ride queue was estimated at over an hour.( Collapse )
Back at our hotel room home we found no end of problems with connections over bunny_hugger's Mifi, and my iPad wasn't doing well in keeping any kind of connectivity. Belatedly we realized what we were seeing. The mass of people in so small a place was crashing the cell phone networks of our respective data-transmitting devices. We could intermittently get through to Twitter or Facebook, and read a shadow of how many, many, many people were there, and how very long they waited for rides. We had formed our strategy almost perfectly. We did great.
Trivia: In its earliest decades, New York City's Central Park had a ``Keep Off The Grass'' restriction, effective only on Sundays (when about a quarter of all the park's visitors came). Source: Sunday: A History Of The First Day From Babylonia To The Super Bowl, Craig Harline.
Currently Reading: Woodhouse: A Life, Robert McCrum.