I put this up for one reason: I’m from New Jersey. Not from North Jersey: I lived on the Shore, and when we went to an amusement park it was Great Adventure. But we heard about Action Park; oh, my, yes. And my mother would have kept me and my sisters out of that place if it meant locking us up in the attic until we were thirty.
So I expect that everything in the CLASS ACTION PARK documentary to be completely, insanely true. It’s not so much the fatalities — oh, this is gonna be a good paragraph, isn’t it? — but it was everything else. You probably wouldn’t die; but broken bones, twisted spines, bruises, contusions, cuts, scrapes, and lost teeth were all on the menu. And nobody actually going to the park seemed to give a damn. It was like the target demographic was people who thought they were characters in a videogame.
This may be a documentary that I’ll actually want to watch.
Moe Lane
PS: I’d totally agree that you should just think of this as evolution in action, except that some of these people would bring their kids.
Eh….
I’ve got no room to judge.
It actually kind of reminds me of Fallhole, without the additional excitement of risking a trespassing arrest. (Hydropower plants get a bit touchy about teenagers messing around in their outflow. Especially when cliffs, strong currents, underwater caves, and the possibility of the entire area becoming underwater on very short notice are features enthusiastically embraced.)
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I only went once.
Driving across the desert on gravel roads at unreasonable speeds was more my thing. And messing with large animals. Hookybobbing. Occasionally things that went bang with a visible pressure wave. Bailing out of a moving pickup in the dark to chase jackrabbits while drunkenly waving a club…
I’m going to shut up now.