Lightning

I shit myself.

DAMN what a blast! Lightning is not just a roller coaster – it’s like having a rocket in your back and a laugh stuck in your throat at the same time. 75 km/h in three seconds? Yes please. It felt like the universe pulled the skin of the neck and said “Now we’re going turbo, dad!” That ride is an explosion of speed, curves and just the right amount of panic. The track is clever – it feels like it never lets go, like it’s constantly whispering: you thought it was over, huh? Look! You barely have time to breathe before the next turn grabs you. I managed to wave to the family from the top of the track. And guess what? When I came back with a smile wider than the safety cage, my little son looked at me with big eyes and said: “Dad… I want to try next year.” And that, my friends, is how roller coasters create memories – a cowardly start for some, a tear-jerker start for others, but always with your heart in the pit of your throat!

The most fun they have to ride and where you get to ride 2 laps.