I rode the orange Disneyland monorail coaster with the rear shaped like a 1971 Dodge Charger; pulls three G's around turns.
I rode with others in a large dome-shaped room with padded blue walls, floor and circular benches; easy to hose off vomit.
Through the night, I felt small jolting earthquakes that I feared would eventually wake my mother; they were really aftershocks.
Though asleep, I knew the tremors came from cars racing by the Tiffany lamp, towering overhead; it's in the corner next to my bed.
