This patch of tire to the right... it almost killed us...
We were driving on the freeway and it was scooped up under our car. A motorcyclist noticed it dragging under the bottom of the car, and motioned for us to pull over.
I thought we passed over it, but I guess not. Instead, it was sparking underneath our rental car, and starting to smoke.
If it caught fire... well... FWOOSH.
After that little scare (and some lunch) we finally made it to Knott's. It was time for rides.
A little history, my oldest (love him) is a chicken when it comes to rides. He, at a point, was afraid of bouncy castles. My youngest, however, is a daredevil and wanted to go on all the roller coasters.
My ex warned me not to be surprised if Oldest only went on one, maybe two rides. Well, he surprised me and TORE UP Camp Snoopy. He went on nearly all the rides.
"Come with me, daddy. I feel safe when I'm with you." As long as I held his hand, he was secure. Even the gf was able to calm his nerves. Before, he was always indifferent to my gf. Now, he adores her.
Oh, and he pimped his way up and down the midway (as mentioned in an earlier post).
I quickly learned during the trip not to put limits on him. Don't tell him "you won't be scared" and he doesn't have the notion of being scared. He went on every ride we suggested, and was about to go on the River Rapids when we ran out of time. (we had a 6pm curfew, much to my chagrin)
Maybe next time, when we have more time. I really look forward to seeing how far he is willing to go.
Overall it was a great trip. We spent Saturday at Knott's, and Sunday at the park for a few hours. We played in the sand and in the water, until the Youngest took spill after spill.
Daredevil, yes. But with risk comes a fall or two from time to time. He eventually wanted to just go home and play in the back yard, so we all hugged and kissed and said goodbye.
I guess that's why Oldest likes to stay close to the ground. I mean, rides are fun, but no reason to go crazy, right??