Every year, thousands of people make the pilgrimage to Six Flags Great Adventure in the state of Jersey. They follow many rituals, from the morning breakfast at McDonalds, to the popping of some Dramamine so that motion sickness doesn't get the better of the weak-stomached. There is also the mad dash for the opening gate, and the intimidation of other park-goers so that you may get the first ride on the newest of roller coasters...

...and do not forget the complete terror upon riding the newest of coasters.

There is also the painful coasters that slam your head around. And the poor soul who vomits as he is launched forward to 70 miles per hour in 1.7 seconds.

You also have time to cool-down, watch a Lethal Weapon Stunt Show (complete with "Diplomatic Immunity has JUST BEEN REVOKED" quotes), admire young rat-tails, pose on the log flume, admire some Jersey wardrobes, watch line cutters get busted, get soaked on spashdown, discover Six Flags Homeless People, and ride the Nitro one more time.

It can never be anything but an immensely enjoyable day.

And so we rest until the next year.