The scariest ride is a vertical tube that they seal you into.They lock the door and then turn a key. It’s just awful and very, very fun. A woman counts down, 3-2-1, in an eerie sci-fi voice. And the floor drops out from under you. You free fall for a long, long way through a small tube and then you are swept up vertically in a series of loops that eventually crash into a pool at the bottom.
Unless you are Della.
In her case, she dropped as she should have and shot almost, BUT NOT QUITE, up to the next huge loop. She slowed and stopped, then slid BACKWARDS back through the ride. You can sort of see people shooting though the tubes. Max was the one to sound the alarm. They were waiting at the bottom, I was at the top. Max, who has no tolerance for drama of any kind (I am raising a young version of my own father, which is funny, really) started violently shaking his head and crossing his arms back and forth. As if she didn’t make the field goal attempt. Matt chimed in and the lifeguards told him to take it down a notch. It’s not like his daughter was trapped in a Human Torpedo Tube?!!!!?!! Della, ever calm and practical, made her way to the light. There was a clear part of the tube that was also a door and some dude let her out.
She was/is perfectly fine and was actually excited to be able to go back and tell her story to her friend Ben, who dared her to do it in the first place. Viva Guatemala!