The restraining weight of the hefty safety harness confirms that I have reached the first ride of the day and I wonder why I didn't escape the terrorising wrath of the Buzzsaw coaster when I could. It had welcomed us malevolently to Dreamworld, looking as if its dimensions shouldn't be physically possible. A looming 15-storey height and a square-ish track complete with a full corkscrew at its peak.
Thud of locks. White-knuckled grip.
We are hurled up the vertical track and momentarily left hanging upside down before cascading 360-degrees and looping down to the beginning only to pass through our starting place and continue on. I catch a glimpse of my father beside me as he shouts a profanity, an act far removed from the cool and collected attitude he maintained while queuing.
![The Buzzsaw ride at Dreamworld, Australia.](https://www.nzherald.co.nz/resizer/v2/XBHPIDM2X55LAQO5FOVY2G2ORA.jpg?auth=cfb4c45a8e1841d280b91c2f6335807d5a2faf6768810ca6080b7a351956b3eb&width=16&height=10&quality=70&smart=true)