a bit cut from my novel Stormland that I feel like preserving somewhere

Cory found himself thinking of Adam Sherner, closest he’d had to a friend at college. Adam had been obsessed with abandoned amusement park rides; the big, radically fast, hyper-steep, gut-wrenching rides from a generation before. Big amusement parks had mostly gone out of business in the era of extreme weather. Adam had used his vastly oversized allowance to hire abandoned rides. He’d paid workmen to tighten the bolts, get the thing, as he said, “up to speed”. Cory had tried one out with him, and relished the taut edginess—death became something you had to think about. It was close—Cory felt as if he could reach out and feel its icy face. The intensity of the experience had made Cory feel real, in a whole new way. But he hadn’t gone along on the next trip. Adam had gone with his girlfriend and they got through most of the ride. Then their car broke from the old track and crunched into a concrete wall…

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