By modern standards, Kawasemi is a wee morsel. Its highest point is just above 100 feet, and you travel less than 2,500 feet from lift hill to brake run.
There are coasters three times as big that can't muster even half the thrills this mofo delivers.
My first ride was all it took to know that Kawasemi had not been oversold, in the slightest. And after I got off (pun very much intended), all twitchy and giggly, someone said "Not bad, but it needs to warm up."
Holy damn freaking damn it to hell, did it warm up fast.
I rode in the front, in the middle, and in the back; we all did. Doesn't matter where you sit; it's an airtime ass-whupping like almost no other roller coaster I've been on. That said, I do believe the front row is where I was ultimately turned into Kawasemi's eternally devoted, eternally submissive love-slave.
Take a good long gander at that layout. Every hill, every twist, every turn is just where it should be, like a perfect melody, every note flowing from the one before it, setting up the one to follow. And I like how many trim and block brakes there are, which is none.
There's a train full of professionals, man. TPR in da house!
Some of the locals may not be as hardcore, may try to hold on, but no one can escape the wrath of the negative-G gods, not on Kawasemi. |
