Here you are, strapped into a seat with your feet dangling, blasted 200 feet up in the air, and then allowed to partially free-fall back down. Imagine the midway game wherein a muscled-up lunkhead swings a sledgehammer, propelling a metal sphere up a vertical shaft to ring a bell—on this ride, you’re the metal sphere.

That prospect sounds worse than it actually is—the scariest part of the ride by far is the apprehension that builds as you sit, strapped in, waiting for the ride to launch. Blasting up and falling down are actually pleasant, with one exhilarating, fleeting moment of negative-g “air time” at the top. Riders in chambers three and four get a great view of the park, while those in one and two look out over I-4 and International Drive.