There’s something about the combination of a cold and dark ride. The sounds and smells are sharper. 17 mph feels like 22. The darkness sands the blemishes on everything. In the dark, the trestles in Irondale look less tired, almost stately. At night, the mind fills in the shadows with a better version of what’s really there. Even the Thunder Inn looks classy. Or at least classier.
40 degrees and a crude rail yard theremin
40 degrees and a crude rail yard theremin
40 degrees and a crude rail yard theremin
There’s something about the combination of a cold and dark ride. The sounds and smells are sharper. 17 mph feels like 22. The darkness sands the blemishes on everything. In the dark, the trestles in Irondale look less tired, almost stately. At night, the mind fills in the shadows with a better version of what’s really there. Even the Thunder Inn looks classy. Or at least classier.