
I'll spare you my tiresome little rant on this atrocity, for a change.

You know what, screw that, here it comes: First, okay, ads on the actual rides, disgusting, I hate them more every day. Then, second, that Six Flags assumes that I, or anyone with whom I'd ever associate, might actually want to look like that guy, even more disgusting. Third, "Scare Off The Ninja With Your Hair..." How dare they imply that ninjas – NINJAS! – could be scared off... by hair. On behalf of Decadent Western Culture, I'd like to apologize to all ninjas for this grievous insult.

Ah, that's better. (I kid, but really, please, Six Flags, I beg you once again to reconsider the ad wrap program.) (Also, one should never judge a book by its cover; I'm sure there are plenty of people who dress and style their hair like that guy who are perfectly decent folk. It's just that particular illustration, that little self-satisfied sneer on his face...)

It's a good thing I don't have a lot of disposable income, because if I did, I'd get a black 1982 Pontiac Trans Am (you know, the same as K.I.T.T.) and I'd have a custom hood made to look just like this. I really love this logo.

I also love this retro tram car and would own it as well, if I could.

Speaking of GASM, I do believe that these are some of that coaster's old trains, brought down South to be cannabalized for spare parts for Ninja?

Or maybe I'm misrememberating that, but I'm pretty sure that's correct.