The Superman ride at Six Flags is quite possibly the most terrifying contraption I’ve ever been buckled into. Somehow, I got tricked into riding it a couple weeks ago when we visited St. Louis. Twice.

I almost lost my lunch both times, but it looks like it could have been worse — I could have lost both feet.

The Superman ride slowly pulls you up 154 feet to the top, where it rests momentarily so you can inspect the tops of all the other rides in the park, get a Google Earth view of the surrounding county and its ant-like inhabitants, and contemplate your impending death.

Just when you get used to the view, you’re dropped straight down at 54 mph, forcing your stomach into your throat. Then your seat comes to a screeching halt just as you’re about to smash into the pavement below.

It’s quite the thrill. But I imagine it might be even more thrilling when a cord breaks off and severs both of your feet above the ankle.