Geauga Lake August 1983- Beer, Bud,Bennies, Baccardi 151, Brubaker and Backflips
Case of Beer. Check! Dime Bag. Check! Tranquillizer collection. Check! 151. Check! and we were off on our way to Geauga Lake for the day. Vanderark, Brubaker, Paul, Nagel, Rosenfeld and me. Vanderark had his grandfathers 68′ Catalina. As we headed up Portage Trail. The Dead Kennedys ” When ya get drafted” blaring from the car, we pull up along side a student driver. Brubaker then decides to lean out of the window holding a bottle of Bacardi 151 in his right fist , clutching a Bud tallboy in the left and is literally 3 feet from the student driver yelling ” FUCK YEAH! FUCK YEAH MOTHERFUCKER! all while Vanderark who is huffed up on glue swerves toward the sudent car. To this day I still am amazed how we were never pulled over. About 20 minutes down the road and about 1/3rd of the 151 bottle later Bubaker then decided to barf out of the front passengers window while we were doing about 85 with all of the windows down. There is nothing quite like the feel of barf hitting you in the backseat at 85 miles an hour.
About 10 minutes later we arrive at the parking lot entrance for the park and its $2. Between the six of us we managed to scrape up about $5 but Vanderark thought that was to steep of a price to pay for parking so he put his foot to the floor and took off through the loose white graveled parking lot. About 200 hundred yards ahead the parking lot attendant is signaling for us to turn to the right. Not slowing down and with his foot still to the floor Vanderark cuts the wheel to the shrap left and begins to slide. As he comes out of the slide he floors the pledal again and begins to donut. All he does is just cut the wheel to the hard lef and floors it. As we are spinning around Brubaker is Again screaming Fuck Yeah! Fuck Yeah Motherfucker! All I remember is the G force pinning my head against the door window and spinning around and around for what seemed like forever. After the car finally come to a stop and the dust settles we notice that the windshield has been cracked like a spiderweb across the glass.
