Face it. You crave the thrill of the ride, the speed and the fear. You feel the roar of the train as tons of machinery flies overhead. You tremble at the sight of twisted steel towering above you. You live for that anxious feeling in your stomach as you reach the end of the queue and realize that you’re about to strap yourself in. You need the adrenaline rush that controls you as you exit. You hurry back to the front of the line to do it all over again.