Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Parker Versus Six Flags: Magic Mountain
Heights have never really scared me. Neither has speed. But when you combine the two and add the relative (though usually unfounded) uncertainty that comes with rollercoasters, confidence ebbs as palms moisten. Welcome to Magic Mountain. I drove up Friday night with my roommate, stopping in Orange County to spend the night at his parents' house. His brother had just turned 17, and his parents decided to treat he and his friends to a trip to Magic Mountain. My roommate, his friend and I would be looking after his brother and his 7 friends from 9 am to, well, who knew when we'd get back. The drive from Silverado to Six Flags took about an hour and a half. Traffic was fairly light that Saturday morning, so we were able to move relatively easily through western Los Anegeles. We arrived a little before 11, and the fun began.