As you stand in line, the cars rush past you like a horde of screaming banshees. It is a terrible sound. It's so terrible, it's almost funny. You pull out of the station backward, up a hill, through the station again, through a roll, an inverted loop, then a hill, then falling, falling, falling, backward. A swift kick in the pants of a ride, this one is short and sweet, just enough mayhem to ruffle your hair, it's a good one to do first as an hors d'oeuvre of terror.

—Gendy Alimurung

LA Weekly