It seems appropriate when I step onto Dive Bomber, the new 10-story water slide at Six Flags White Water, that I find myself easing into a capsule that ironically resembles a coffin.
The ride operator then instructs me to cross my hands on top of my chest, not unlike a recently deceased body.
Is she trying to tell me something?
Once inside, the prerecorded sound of a heartbeat echoes in the chamber, which rivals the thumping of my own. Soon a voiceover starts the countdown, “Three, two, one.”
The bottom of the capsule quickly drops out from under me, and down the chute I shoot.