
As the sun rose in the sky, we moved on to a surprising similar series of midway rides. Most involved a vehicle of some sort and moving in a circular fashion. Rachel LOVED it.

Perhaps she has the boat driving gene passed down to her from a legion of relatives - like her Aunt Ruth, Cousin Michelle, her grandfather, and even perhaps her mother (who could drive a mean 10 horse in her day around Purdy Lake).

We were talking to the carny about this ride (after about the 10th one) and he admitted that some other breaktime replacement carny had broken it the day before. In theory, the hydrolics on the ride are supposed to lift the rider into the air as they go around in a circle. Apparently break time carny managed to let all the oil out of the system while the usual operator was on his break - thus breaking the flying part on the ride. The usual carny guy was a bit miffed by this. As mentioned, I had let Rachel ride on this thing many times that day. I was mildly horrified. However, I was glad to hear that the usual carny guy was going home to his family after not seeing them for eight weeks (really, you get to know these guys after seeing them 10 times in a day).