Every turn is most dangerous than the last, everytime im feeling like im closer to falling off the edge. My phobia starts getting to me and i start daydreaming of a nightmare, a fear of misfortune i couldnt dare go thru yet it sticks to my head like a piece of gum on the concrete. I can feel the impact of the metal, the force of being smashed, the gravity taking a toll, blood painting the interior, broken glass shattering,adrenaline shooting up faster than wer heading down,and the inflated bag softening the blow with a punch. No one sees it coming and no one knows where we are. Lost under rubble, the jaws cnt help me now. Quick glance around and everything is fine. Qualm got the best of me. Will i be this luckly next ride