Ever since I wrote ‘The day my son was braver than me’ about how I looked the ‘Wild Eagle’ in its beady little eagle eyes, then looked quickly away, the coaster has never passed up a chance to taunt me. Being a father of four who knows he’s going to have to eventually suck it up and learn to ride coasters with them, I’ve tried to ‘work my way up’ the roller coaster hierarchy. OK, the Tennessee Tornado was a bad choice, but perhaps some other, less intense rides could ‘warm me up’ to the … [Read more...]