This post ended up being kinda long. OK...super duper long, but it had to be. If I said the funniest thing was when we took my 60ish yo dad on RNRC, that's not that funny. But hopefully, you'll think it is if I tell you the whole story.
During my early teen years, at our tiny local amusement park, my mother was the rider. My father went once or twice, but mostly he just fed quarters into the water canon on the log flume. "I don't do rides" he always said "my back". He wouldn't even ride the carousel. My dad, while a good guy once you get to know him, is a very serious and stern guy and was was also mistaken for a security guard when I went in to the hospital for emergency surgery a couple years ago.
Anyway, a bit more background. It's May 2003. On my niece's 4th b-day, she decides she wants to ride the rollercoaster. I tell her they're just screaming because it's so much fun and explain that once she goes on it we can do it again or never again, but that she should try it. Screaming her little heart out even though she has a cold and you can barely hear her, she had a blast.
Fast Forward to January 2004. It's my third trip to WDW and my parents first. My brother and his wife have been before, but their two girls, 4 & 1, have not. My other brother's two youngest, 10 & 7, are join us for that day as well.
We're at Magic Kingdom for the day and my 4yo niece had decided she HAD to do BTMRR. When we get to Frontierland, my mom who can't ride the big rides anymore says she'll stay behind with those who don't want to go. So, I ask "Who wants to go on BIG THUNDER MOUNTAIN"??
The 4 yo says, "ME!!!"...
My brother (her daddy) says "I'll go"...
Then my dad says - "I'm gonna go too!!"
My brother and I just about fell over. He hadn't been on many rides that day or ever that we can really remember. We look at each other, then at him and ask, "You do know, it's a roller coaster??"
"Yeah" he says, "looks like fun."
OK - this is about the point we wonder where our real dad is.
Mom stayed with my SIL and the other kids. When we get on, my niece makes her Daddy sit with Pop so she can sit with me, her rollercoaster buddy. (God I love that girl!) When it's all over, my niece says she wants to do it again. We ask my dad how he liked it. He says it was great, what's next? So, we go to Splash Mountain and make him sit with my nephew in the front. Mostly, so we could grab his his hood so he couldn't put it on when we went down the big drop. For my dad, these two things are a monumental step. My brother told me later that evening that dad was "giggling" through the whole ride on BTMRR. Dad...giggling...no way!! This Disney magic is pretty powerful stuff!!!!
Fast Forward to the next day. We head to MGM. Again, I've been before, my brother's been, dad doesn't have a clue what's there and what's going on. In the afternoon, I asked my brother to go on RNRC with me. My niece wanted to go, but she was too short. Again Dad is there with "I'll go too!!" As we're standing out in the "courtyard", I look up at and say "Are you sure?" He says, "Yeah, I'll go with you guys" and doesn't even notice the upside down car.
The wait is about an hour and FP is about an hour way, so we grab FP's for the three of us and sit down on a bench for an ice cream break and people watching. A couple times during our wait, my brother and I look at each other and smirk. Then one of us asks Dad, "Are you SURE you want to go?"
"Yeah, I want to go."
"You know it's another roller coaster right?"
"Yeah"
"And it's a ROCK N ROLL er coaster"
"That's ok with me."
He's only ever listened to Classical Music for the past 20 years, but suddenly it's ok with him? Again, where's our real dad?!?
So, we're getting ready to get in line and my brother and I start peeling off our bags, dump loose change from our pockets, stowe the sunglasses, lanyards, etc., in the stroller. Basically, anything that could fall off we took off. Dad joins right in and honestly doesn't have a clue that it goes super fast and upside down.
So, our FP time arrives, we go through the line/preshow and get to the take off zone. When the first car zooms off, we laugh at my dad's reaction and ask "You can still leave if you want to. Are you SURE you REALLY want to do this?" "Yeah, looks like fun."
My brother and I are fighting to contain our composure at this point. I make him sit with dad and after they get settled in, I step down into my car and turn to them and say,
"Hey dad, what does INVERTED mean?"
His eyes get big and just about shouts " U P S I D E D O W N ". My brother and I burst out laughing. At that point we were all strapped in and ready to go, too late to change his mind now!
Needless to say, dad survived and had a pretty good time. He said it was smoother than BTMRR but probably wouldn't be doing it again. Even now, when we tell this story, we can't help but crack up at how my dad went on his first inverted rollercoaster at 61 years old.