Sorry, this is kind of long and probably boring to most GQ people, but there really is a question with factual answers in it, I think.
I went to the fair yesterday with the boyfriend, not realizing that though we’ve been together for almost three years now I had no idea he was a pushy bastard about riding the scary rides. (I got him back - we rode the Scrambler after two corn dogs and three fried Oreos. And tons of those rides where the biggest person sits on the outside and gets creamed.) I don’t like roller coasters, I definitely don’t like the pirate ship, and I MOST CERTAINLY will not ride anything where they take you up and drop you for the hell of it. Nosir, not me, please die in a fire. I don’t like it, it isn’t fun to me, I don’t see the point. Being scared to me is not an amusement. However, I like spinny rides and I don’t mind heights.
So, why do some rides incite pants-wetting terror in me and others? Has there been a study done on the specific motions that make the hindbrain think we’re about to die?
He bugged me and bugged me until to shut me up I rode the tiny little itty bitty roller coaster. It was mouse themed, for God’s sake. This isn’t a good picture, but you can see how little it is - the people at the bottom of the picture are standing waiting to get on. The little cars seat four, us and two little girls - I had Himself sit between me and them because I don’t think it’s healthy for an eight year old to see an adult of almost 30 lose her shit. It was awful. I hated it. The drops were, what, ten feet? Scared the crap out of me.
A few after that, I volunteered to ride this spider thing. Nothing scary looking about it at all! There was no way to know it was going to bother me at all. When it got up to top speed I started making noises like a very frightened piglet. The boyfriend was all “This does NOT count as one of my rides!” I think I drew blood on his arm with my nails. It wasn’t quite on purpose. Note, however, and I think this may be important, that the little cars aren’t stationary - they swing around.
I don’t know how he emotionally blackmailed me into riding the Rainbow. You know, this sort of thing. Where you can’t see the ground coming and you’re always parallel to it. I spent the whole time in line terrified and then got on the ride and loved it. We rode it five times. Which sucked, because then he was all, “See?”
So dumb me got emboldened by the whole Rainbow success thing and said, “Okay, fine, let’s ride the ship .” He’d been begging for the ship the whole time and he said if I rode the ship he’d ride the super-high swings. (This wasn’t the kind of ship that goes over the bar, FYI.) So, fine, let’s ride the ship, why not, it’s not so different from the Rainbow, right? Wrong. Very wrong. Everybody else was screaming screams of “Wow this is fun!” I was screaming screams of “I hate you and I hope you die and you deserve to get brain eating amoebas!” (Although I’m the one that said hey let’s do the ship - he’d given up on it.)
Finally, he had to do the supergiant swings, since I rode the ship. These are new this year, I think - I love this kind of swing, and this was like that (can’t find a picture) except it goes up as high in the air as that take-you-up-and-drop-you ride, and it’s two to a seat but with the exact same restraint types as the old fashioned kind. And it was scary, man, although in a different way than the pants-wetting terror of the ship - I think it was the top parts of the brain instead of the bottom parts, and it was like, hey, there’s nothing under our feet. At all. And we’re being held in by, like, nothing. And now we’re swinging out. (It was also incredibly cool. And scary. And cool.) The boyfriend, I am pleased to say, was terrified.
So, how’s come those rides and not others affected me? I thought maybe instability had something to do with it - the tall swing and the spider thing both have that instability thing going on, although with the spider it’s more like the Tilt-a-Whirl (one of my favorites) and with the swings it’s that feeling of being on a chain rather than a bar or something. And I thought maybe it was seeing what’s about to happen - I know a lot of the roller coaster thing is anticipation, and with the ship the terror only kicks in on the way down when I’m facing fowards, not backwards. And I thought maybe part of it was the angle of the body - on the Rainbow, you’re always upright, but on the ship, you swing around so you’re parallel to the ground when you look down.
I know some people are affected by height and others are affected by spinning, but I’m looking for the answer for people who are bothered by roller coasters and pirate ships - the drop feeling, I guess. Have there been studies done on what that is? In other words, I really don’t know if I’m going to spend a ride clawing the hell out of his arm or not before I get on it, and I want to know if there are certain types of motion that I can see and know for sure if it’s going to scare me or not.
Also, I’d be interested in knowing if there are studies done on different “types” of ride fear, and the chemistry involved when my brain sees the drop at the end of the pirate ship.