It’s official…
I am a massive wuss. Having failed to convince anyone that I am under 1.3m tall there were no excuses left. I survived 0–80mph in less than 2.0 seconds, ending up at a height of 205 feet then plummeting back down again. I was also winched 100ft in the air then fired back to earth at 75km per hour with a G-Force of 5.5. I pretty much hated every second of it (apart, bizarrely, from hurtling straight down at 80mph—that was quite fun), but managed not to throw up (although it was a close run thing) which was impressive considering we'd had quite a few unnecessary pints in the pub the night before so I wasn't feeling my best—even the car journey made me feel slightly queasy. We then had quite a few unnecessary pints between rides, but thankfully they just served to imbue me with lots of much needed false bravado. Thank god for the amber nectar.
I am a massive wuss. Having failed to convince anyone that I am under 1.3m tall there were no excuses left. I survived 0–80mph in less than 2.0 seconds, ending up at a height of 205 feet then plummeting back down again. I was also winched 100ft in the air then fired back to earth at 75km per hour with a G-Force of 5.5. I pretty much hated every second of it (apart, bizarrely, from hurtling straight down at 80mph—that was quite fun), but managed not to throw up (although it was a close run thing) which was impressive considering we'd had quite a few unnecessary pints in the pub the night before so I wasn't feeling my best—even the car journey made me feel slightly queasy. We then had quite a few unnecessary pints between rides, but thankfully they just served to imbue me with lots of much needed false bravado. Thank god for the amber nectar. 
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