Yeah, it's fun!

Fairs are better than theme parks because there are more places to quickly sneak some smoke, and the lines aren't so long, so you don't have the problem Dream of the Iris mentioned. Also theme parks have pretty good security and will throw your ass out or call the cops. Whereas at the fair, the carny freaks who assemble and run the rides are all stoned too, so they don't really care. Often they have been awake for days on illicit substances and have been smoking or drinking steadily to try to take the "edge" off, so it adds to the thrill knowing that the ride could fly to pieces at any second, or the freak running it could somehow crash it.

One time I got really really stoned at the fair and got in some kind of ride that spun in all kinds of different directions. I think it was called The Scrambler. It had a long beam that spun on a pivot at the middle. Then on the end of each arm was another pivot point with two more arms and a "car" at each end. It would spin around the middle, and then each pivot point at the end woud spin, and your own individual car would spin too, so you had no idea what direction you were going, and it was very disorienting.

We get in the car and the wacko who was running the ride cranked it up pretty fast.

After a minute he yelled over the loudespeaker, "Ya wanna go faster?"

Everyone yelled, "YEAH!"

So he cranked it up faster.

"Ya wanna go even faster?"

"Yeah!"

So he cranked it up even faster.

"Ya still wanna go faster?"

Silence.

He cranked it up more.

"Ya STILL wanna go even faster?"

"NO!"

As he cranked it up even more, my visioon started to get all black and fuzzy around the edges and I could feel myself losing consciosness. The last thing I remember was my friend saying, "I wish it would stop...."