Posted: May 9, 2005 8:43 pm
When I was in elementary school, our class took a trip to Boblo. Late in the day, we rode the big coaster. I forget the name, but I believe its color was white, and resembled the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. Just after we left the station, it started raining, hard. Seeing as we were all about 10 years old, it was frightening. The rain hurt when it hit us because we were traveling fast on the tracks. When the car came back around to the station, the operators pulled back on the big wooden brake handle (remember those?), but because of the wet tracks, the train couldnít be brought to a complete stop, went through the station, and started back up the first hill. We went around a second time, came back to the station, and again couldnít be stopped by he brakes. The operators at the coaster didnít have the mechanical capability to stop the ride, so they had to call someone at a different part of the park to flip the switch. The train had gone through the station a third time, by then. When the switch was flipped, the train was near the top of the first hill. Firefighters came up the tracks, and walked us down, as the rain was still falling. Lucky, we made it back to the docks to catch the last ferry back to Detroit. Good times.