My brother and I were standing in line for the Ghost Rider at Knottsberry Farm California, it was the Year 2000.
We love roller coasters, I was 16 at the time, my brother, 13. You could easily imagine the pure adrenaline and excitement that was pumping through us while we waited in line.
We noticed a family talking about us, so we eavesdropped a little to kill time. Not caring too much for what they were saying, only excited for the ride
Finally, we were pointed to our seats, we scored the front row, imagine our luck, it was exactly what we were hoping for, coming here from Australia!
The roller coaster started moving, our hearts were beating fast, then we heard “hey blonde bimbo at the front.. you’re dead meat”
My brother and I looked back to see the family sticking their fingers up at us, among other unfriendly gestures, we turned back around, ready to experience the ride.
The ride itself was a grand event, bumping, jumping, hurtling along the wooden track, we were having the time of our lives.
Soon the ride ended and we got off and started down the exit path, laughing and talking about all the fun. The family were also on the path.
Then there was the physical fight, literally a punch up, nearly a blood bath, lasting for what seemed like 10 minutes, punching, scratching, yelling.
Luckily my brother and I came out fine, no scratches, no injuries. But what should we do know we asked each other, half in shock with added adrenaline, not from the ride.
We walked away, found a seat to collect ourselves. Not long had passed and security came to check on us. The first thing we said was “Jerry Springer must be real, America is crazy”
The security guards laughed, made sure we were ok, told us to stay away from the family, and to enjoy the rest of our day.
So that’s what we did, we had such an adventure at Knotts Berry farm and came home with a knockout story to tell!
*Image from Google*