I'll do a little mourning for the loss of BTTF, too, even though I never ride it. But it is responsible for one of my favorite trip memories:
Years ago, I went to Orlando with my mom and 10 year old niece. First trip, woowhee! I was expected to be the tour guide so ahead of time I devoured every bit of available info. Al Gore hadn't quite perfected the internet yet so no disboards in those days, just guide books and a few brochures from the
travel agent. Worried about mom on rough rides, I used a red marker to note anything questionable that she should probably skip. She thought It's a Small World was darn near nirvana, btw. Every night in our room we'd check over the notes and make plans for the next day. So here we go into Universal (thinking we're well-informed) and come to BTTF. I'd forgotten to take along the guidebook that day and for the life of me couldn't remember anything the book had said about it, which I translated in my head as "Well then it must be fairly tame or I would've remembered to skip it." So like innocent lambs to the slaughter we walked in, cheerfully ignoring a bazillion warning signs, all because "I would've remembered to skip it" if the guidebook had thrown up a red flag.
I'll never forget the look on her face when we walked out of there (more like staggering than walking

). She'd turned an interesting shade of I'm-gonna-puke-green and needed a little help getting to a bench to sit down. I didn't feel so great myself but barely noticed because I was too busy sputtering, "But I didn't mark it, I didn't mark it so I thought it would be okay". It took a while to walk that off, I tell you. The first thing we did when we got back to the hotel was check the guidebook and, yep, right there it said "considered probably the roughest ride in all of Orlando." But I hadn't marked it in red and still don't know how I missed it. She absolutely loved telling that story afterward, always with a twinkle in her eye as if I'd deliberately suckered her in that day.
Anyway...we lost mom in a car accident not long after that and so she never made it back to Orlando. But every trip for me since always meant stopping in front of BTTF long enough to smile at that memory. Darn, it'd be nice to see it one more time but we won't get there until February!