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Finally we saved the best for last which was the 'Bobs' roller coaster, short I think for Bobcat, thought to be the best one around.
The first incline was steep, the dive was straight down, the turns were hurtful if you were skinny like me, my hipbone being slammed into the side of the metal car where there was no padding.
As much as the exhilaration of the speed and the centrifugal force of the curves, I always liked the sounds of roller coasters best of all; the clack, clack, clack of the chain pulling the cars up the hill, the roar that the cars made as they dove down the inclines, then the wham wham as the they took the corners, the click, click, click, click, click click as the chain caught, on the little rises before they dove again, and the now and again air blasts.
We left the park probably around three-thirty when it was getting to be rush hour. When the bus pulled into the stop in front of the park, it was a large crowd that boarded plus the bus was already fairly full. The six of us were only able to squeeze in on the steps, between the driver and the front door. This was all new to me. I was standing near the driver. In those days people were more honest than they are today. The driver took the money directly from the rider and made change from open change trays filled with coins, one each nickels, dimes and quarters, that were to the right of the steering wheel near the dash.
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