When we got off of TSM and back outside it was already getting dark. Now this next part of the TR requires some explaining. Hubby sooooo badly wanted to get over to the Tower Of Terror, I did not. This is the part that requires explanation.
Back in the day when I learned of TOT at WDW, I so wanted to go on it, it sounded like so much fun. Of course this was when I was younger and had more of a tolerance for rides like it. Fast forward to when I found out Disney was planning on building us our very own TOT at California Adventure. I was thrilled and couldn't wait for it to be done.
Well it was finally built and I went with my best friend one day who had already been on it and was ready for my turn. This was probably 4 years ago or so. Needless to say I went on, I almost peed my pants and I nearly broke my friends arm off and made her deaf. But I liked it, and had fun. I should also mention that we sat in the middle row with me on the outside. I did not like the fact that they don't make it easy to hold onto anything, I felt very unsecure.
So years went on and I went on it a handful of times always with my head burried in the arm of the person I was with and I was fine for the most part.
One of the last times I went on it I had the misfortune of sitting in the front row. That I did not like. I was completely petrified and did not have a good time. After that I said if I was going to go on the ride ever again I had to sit in the back row since I had found that I felt more secure back there and if you sat next to the wall there was a handle for you to grab. That was A-okay with me.
So now in talking with people about TOT at WDW I was told of all the differences from our TOT. I didn't think anything about it really but I would soon realize that those differences would prove to be my demise with TOT.
With our TOT we only have the option of up and down, ours cannot move forward so being that, our ride usually consist of some smaller drops with about two full drops. I like that because it gives me a chance to catch my breath.
So now that you know that little history I can continue with the story at hand.
We walked over to TOT and hubby stopped to get this picture.
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And we got a photopass picture.
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And then some more pictures.
I would love to do what this was saying.
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As we are walking through the line (which I love by the way, I think the place is decorated in the most awesome way) I was already shaking like a leaf and didn't want to ride. I seriously have some kind of love, hate relationship with this ride.
So we finally get up to our elevator and I tell hubby to ask the CM if we can be in the back row otherwise they needed to show me the exit. The CM was okay with that so he put us in the back row but behind a guy and his little sister. Well we get behind them and I kindly tap the guy on the back and say "Excuse me but do you mind if my husband and I switch places with you because I need to sit in the corner to feel secure and not get sick". At first he looked at me like I was crazy then he must have thought about it and decided it would be a good idea to switch with us. Most likely he thought of vomit.
Here is my elevator of doom.
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So how did I do on the ride you ask?
NOT WELL AT ALL. GOOD LORD I DID NOT LIKE IT!
Well I shouldn't say I didn't not like it because I did in fact like the beginning of the ride. It's different from ours and sooo much better, so that part I really enjoyed.
BUT THEN.............
When we shot straight up, I freaked, then we went straight down and proceeded to do that about 4 times if not more. I think I lost count and I was trying really hard not to puke.
I remind you all again that I was used to having a few smaller drops in the ride. In fact it's guaranteed with ours.
So after shooting straight up and straight down a serious of times, I had had enough and wanted off. I was seriously getting sick and I couldn't catch my breath for anything. I was about one more drop away from spilling my insides when the ride stopped, and this was much to the relief of the guy and his sister sitting next to us who had kept a watchful eye on me the whole time.
Upon exiting the ride my legs would not work and I was still feeling pretty sick so I had to sit down in the fresh air for a few minutes to recoup. The whole time I was glaring at hubby who kept saying I was getting old and how much fun that was.
Thanks alot honey.
Needless to say we didn't get the picture of us on the ride which I'm kinda sad about now because I'm never gonna go on it again. It would have actually been a funny pic since it did show me clutching hubby to death and you can see my cheeks kinda puffed out in the vomit position and the guy sitting next to us looking at me very worried.
It was that day that ended my time going on TOT either at WDW or here at home. I now refuse to go on it at all much to the dismay of my hubby who just loves the ride.
And so there you have it, my TOT story, I hope you enjoyed.
Coming up next.....Would I do better on Rock N' Rollercoaster or have a problem on that also?