Maybe it's Us...

After a four hour jaunt to Georgia...

Six Flags Awaited!

Let's look at a few questions, shall we?

Did I read the weather report that said 70% chance of thundershowers and decide to chance it? 

Why, yes. 

I did. 

Did I want to take this child's man's phone and pitch into the abyss under the coasters?

Why, yes. 

I did.

Did Thunder River break down with us on it?

Why, yes. 

It did. 

Oh, it wasn't that bad but we were stuck for 45 minutes on the ride. The family that was riding with us went a little crazy. The mom and the dad started threatening the poor beleaguered workers and basically just began acting like jerks. 

Which prompted me to break out the Second Timothy/First Peter lecture on respecting those God has put in authority over us. 

Yes, even the Six Flags employees.

Well, to break it out after we were safely away from the scary family. 

The Mom kept telling me:

"Well, I'm only acting this way because the squeaky wheel gets the grease! You'll thank me when we get to be the first ones off!"

Whatever. 

All I know is that in the past year I've tried to ride these type rides twice and both times they've broken down. 

So, to answer your question:

Yes, it's me that causes the breakdowns.