Reflecting on past experiences at Cedar Point often brings a wave of nostalgia, especially when considering rides that are no longer with us. Among these, Disaster Transport, or as some remember it, DISpatch mASTER Transport, holds a unique place in the memories of many park-goers. While opinions varied on its effectiveness as a ride, particularly concerning the often overwhelming pre-show noise, its legacy is undeniable. This discussion often leads to comparisons with Disney’s Hollywood Tower Hotel, questioning which concept influenced the other, or if the similarities were purely coincidental. Regardless of its thematic origins, Disaster Transport evolved into something perhaps unexpected: a surprisingly effective haunt attraction, especially when juxtaposed with the simpler pleasures of rides like the former bobsled attraction on the beach. Many long-time visitors, including myself, fondly remember the “pleasant, if not lame, bobsled ride” and sometimes wish for a return to that simpler era.
Speaking of bobsleds and Cedar Point nostalgia, a personal anecdote comes to mind involving another ride of that nature: Avalanche Bobsled. In fact, a fun personal fact is that I hold the distinction of being the very first public rider on Avalanche Bobsled. The story unfolds one late spring day when my dear friend Tom Bowers from Boston, visiting Ohio for his inaugural Cedar Point experience, was met with less than ideal conditions. Rainy weather and ride closures dampened the start of the day, and the highly anticipated debut of Avalanche was also delayed, presumably due to the usual “Intamin?” related hiccups. Tommy, understandably disappointed, found little solace in my attempts to lighten the mood.
However, as the afternoon sun broke through the clouds, the park transformed. Crowds thinned, and suddenly, access to rides became effortless. Gemini, then Cedar Point’s towering “megacoaster,” became Tom’s first experience with such a thrill. Amidst the excitement, we wandered towards Avalanche, where the sounds of testing filled the air. An operator stood at the entrance, gently turning away hopeful riders, but then, a whispered invitation: “pssst…guys. We’re going to open for the first time in about 15. Wanna be the first ever to ride? Stay here.” The answer was an immediate and enthusiastic “SHORE!”.
The wait felt like an eternity as the bobsleds rumbled overhead, building anticipation. Finally, the gates opened, and we were ushered in. We ascended the stairs, and I had the unique privilege of being the first general public rider to settle into the front row of an Avalanche sled. The ride itself was enjoyable, and we indulged in a few runs before word spread throughout the park, and the line grew to its typical length.
Throughout our enduring friendship, that day and the unexpected first ride on Avalanche became a cherished memory, a testament to the serendipitous moments that theme parks can offer. The thought of that shared experience, and the joy of riding Avalanche with Tom, brings a bittersweet pang, wishing he were still here to create new Cedar Point memories together. It’s these personal connections to rides, both grand and modest like Disaster Transport and Avalanche, that truly cement their place in our hearts and park history.
