![]() ![]() ![]() By the fifth rotation, I decided that what the ride actually was, though unexpected, was far better than the ride I had anticipated. And then my roommate rocked our car entirely backward into a dedicated independent full-spin of at least six rotations.Ībout the third time around, I realized that I hadn’t actually known what the heck I was getting into. My roommate and I climbed aboard our car, were locked into the harness by the attendant, and joked as the wheel began to lift and slowly rotate. ![]() ![]() Tilting, hoisting, and rotating were all ride mechanics I’d experienced before - easily managed. At least two stories tall, painted orange and fuchsia, the new ride was a gyroscopic wheel made up of two-seater cars that could tilt independently forward and back as the whole wheel lifted and hinged at an angle. There was a new ride towering over the beloved, but outgrown, kiddie-sized swings. One summer, I went to the beach boardwalk with my college roommate. WHEN FINISHING Tade Thompson’s Rosewater, I had a visceral flashback. ![]()
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