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Another ride that I used to operate was calle the Roundup.



The way the thing works is that it spins just fast enough to keep you pressed against the outer walls of that cage, then tilts upward to about a 60 degree angle. The controls are on one of the loading ramps, so you have to stand there the whole time. (In the picture, there's a large pink balloon in about that spot.) The thing rotated clockwise just over your head as you ran it.

So one day as I went by I noticed that the Roundup was sitting idle. Just as I was wondering what was going on, Joyce came around the corner of a building, dripping water from head to foot and looking like she had been crying. "What happened?"

"A kid puked just as he was going over the motor."

Look again at the picture. The motor is right at the bottom. Now picture the trajectory if you vomited about there...

After I stopped giggling I volunteered to switch with her and take over. She didn't know whether to twat me or thank me, but ultimately swapped with me.

And no, no one ever puked directly on me. I think I was the only one to escape that fate.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sat 12 May 2007, 16:23, Reply)