There are two kinds of people - those who anticipate roller coaster rides promising the possiblity of death with unholy glee, and those of us who get dizzy standing too close to the washing machine during the spin cycle. My persistent, persuasive, former best friend talked me into riding the Widow Maker roller coaster. It not only went too far too fast, upside down, but shot backward, allowing us to relive the horrifying experience in reverse. She then assured me I was a particularly pretty shade of green. The regurgitated corndog I deposited on the asphalt after our ride was not.