Giada wove her bike in and out of traffic and found herself subconsciously driving towards the boardwalk. Thirty minutes later she pulled her bike over, parking and began walking towards the pier her eyes set on the thrill-seeking rides which would propel her into the air over the ocean.
She paused at a corn dog stand and grabbed one slathered it with mustard and took a bite of it, blowing around the end as it burned her lips. She made her way to the ticket stand and slid a hundred-dollar bill across the counter and took the tickets in exchange.
She trudged her way to the line for the Freedom Flyer, one of her favorite rides at the theme park. Getting twirled, thrown upside down and sideways was always an effective way to expel her negative energy.
Two hours later, she’d been on eight
