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On the final Odin’s Day, of the Eighth
month, in the Year of 2000
Three brave, young men–a Fellowship, if you will–made a
pilgrimage, Northward,
Into the vast array of foothills of Valencia, California.
Many have known of this Land, and it is referred to by the sacred name:
“Six Flags
Magic Mountain.” The
Trek is immaterial, for the True story
lies in what they discovered. There, upon the peaks of the
magical Mountain,
The three found–perhaps like many Souls who came before them–
The True Enlightenment that is attained with the hurling of the
Physical
manifestation of the Body
Through hair-pin drops and mind-expanding Loops
And at Zen-inducing speeds. Yes,
for it is Truth. Many Experiences were undertaken by the men,
however,
Only but One was of the importance that it was documented. And
this meagre Document, having survived, is all that remains of their Journey …
Well, okay, perhaps it isn’t the only thing that remains,
For all three noble Adventurers have returned of their travels, having brought
forth Stories,
And have told of their Journey, And of the “Viper.” But you
can see the Document anyway and laugh your Arse off, if you wish! 
This
is me (proudly displaying one of my Barenaked Ladies shirts) with my friends
Steve and Kombiz. On a day when the park isn’t so busy, the lines to
Viper (one of the top five rides there, in my opinion) are non-existent.
And this ride can be ridden fourteen (14) times in a row, within an hour! We
know. We’ve tried. We’ve succeeded. And when you have warped
friends like mine, an hour to kill on the same ride, and complete knowledge of
where the camera is located … well, let’s just say that our creativity
glands are quite worn out at the end of the day. Of all the crazy shots,
this was the one we decided to purchase. Enjoy it in all its splendor.
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©2003 Brian Michael
Weidemann