Last weekend I made a road-trip through parts of Florida and while I was going to write about all the places I visited in chronological order, I still have a lot to do when it comes to video editing and going through photos. Since I didn’t take my GoPro or my phone into Busch Gardens with me, since I didn’t think they’d be useful in the dark and didn’t want to lose them on a coaster, I figured it’d be easiest to write this one first while I get the visual aids ready for my other posts.
A couple months back I set ten goals for myself to complete before I turn 28. Some of the goals were set with a large degree of difficulty, so that I’d always have something to work towards the whole year, while others were easier, but things that I’d wanted to do for a while and hadn’t. One of my goals was to ride an exciting roller coaster at night. I had been to Disneyland while in California on a business trip and rode some of those rides in the nighttime hours, but Thunder Mountain didn’t feel like it satisfied my bucket list item well enough.
For years I had been considering The Hulk at Universal, or perhaps other roller coasters there, but I really didn’t think Universal offered enough in terms of roller coasters. Instead, I decided to make the two-hour trek west to Tampa where Busch Gardens resides with its many towering coasters. The last time I had been to Busch Gardens was in the summer of 2011, on a day-visit before heading to the Bruins game against the Lightning at St. Pete Times Forum for Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Finals. On that trip, I hadn’t gotten to ride the new Cheetah Hunt coaster because it didn’t open until about a week after I was there.
This time, the Cheetah Hunt ended up as my first stop, solely because I happened to run into it first. The line was long, about 75 minutes, but it was the first coaster of the night, a new coaster experience, and it didn’t disappoint. The coaster rocketed around, spinning in the dark, full-moon night. Experiencing the ride at night was intense – I could see by the light of the moon certain things, but it was mostly silhouettes flying past me. Cheetah Hunt was a pretty awesome coaster.
Next I made my way to Montu, which had a shorter line, maybe fifty minutes or so. The last time I was here, in 2011, there were no lines on any of the rides since it was midday on a Wednesday, and I rode Montu six times in a row, including several times in the front row, and ended up getting a wicked headache from the shaking. Back then Montu was my favorite of the coasters, though they all have their own uniqueness. It was still an awesome coaster and a great ride in the dark of the night.
I made my way through the park, passing many of the Howl-O-Scream events. I didn’t go into any of the haunted houses because the lines were so long and the last time I went to Halloween Horror Nights, they really didn’t do anything for me. I did get my fill of “terror” walking through the scare-zones; the atmosphere was nice and spooky and I enjoyed watching all the actors scaring people.
Eventually I made it to Kumba, another of my favorite coasters. The first time I had ever been to Busch Gardens, I was in my teens, I had ridden Montu with my brother and sister-in-law, but when it came to Kumba, I chickened out for some reason. On my trip in 2011, I felt it a point of redemption to hop on the ride and quell those childhood fears. This time Kumba was more fun because of the darkness. In the daylight it’s generally easy to see where you’re going, but in the night you can only see so much and a lot of the turns become more surprising. It was also the shortest line, clocking in only about twenty minutes.
Next on the list was SheiKra, but it was broken down and they weren’t letting riders on (though the ride was running without riders). At first I thought SheiKra had been broken down the last time I visited, but later I remembered its signature rise to the top and then stopping while the front of the coaster is already over the edge of the drop… and then it drops. It’s a cool ride; I only wish I could have ridden it at night.
Instead, I made my way to Gwazi, the park’s wooden roller coaster. Again, the line was a longer wait coming to over forty minutes. Instantly I felt the shakiness that it symbolic of a wooden roller coaster, like riding down a dirt road without good shocks. The coaster rose to the top and dropped down into darkness, shaking, rattling, and rolling up, down, and around bends. I enjoy the uniqueness of wooden roller coasters, but I don’t get the same adrenaline rush as I get from the loops and rolls on a steel coaster.
Once the ride had completed, it was almost midnight, so I made my way to the entrance of the park and back to the parking lot. I hadn’t been able to keep up with the Red Sox game against the Tigers since I didn’t have my phone, but the tram announcer informed me that the Red Sox has been up one-zero at one point. Once I made it back to the car, I quickly looked up the score, scared of what I might find. I had predicted a seven-two loss, but I found that the Red Sox had won five-two and punched their ticket to the World Series!
That marked the end of the first night of my road-trip and the checking off of my first completed goal. It was a good night and it was made all the better by the nearly-full moon. I have a soft spot for our Lunar sidekick in the sky.