Saving the worst for the last

Not until I'd seen the approaching cars on the track, did I realise it was gonna be a backwards rollercoaster ride. As tho' this wasn't enough, midway through, while I was praying to the Almighty to forgive all my black deeds and grant me the rest of my life, we were flipped, like a pancake, you know, upside down.
A rollercoaster ride goes best with a side-dish called a scream. I did not scream, nor did my colleague next-door, nor did the rest of the people riding this attraction called Indiana Jones and The Temple of Peril.
I guess we were basically too stunned to react:))

(In fact it was so quiet, I called out to my usually-enjoying-the-screaming-part colleague, to confirm her presence)

Naah, but this aint stopping me from another rollercoaster ride in the future. The exhilaration is unmatched.

More on Paris Disneyland later. All I can say is Mr. Walt Disney, I salute thee

Psssst, Now that I am still alive n kickin' I can continue with my black deeds, wot say?