Foley's experience with Batman.
An excerpt from "Foley is Good" by Mick Foley, wrestler, author, and Rollercoaster fanatic.
"I sat down right in the middle. Uh-oh! Due to the dangling, inverted nature of the ride, Batman had a preshaped seat to hold the rider's buttocks and legs snugly. I suddenly guessed that the manufacturer hadn't had my buttocks and legs in mind when they made this ride. Who had modeled for this mold? I got up and looked down at a plastic *** impression that sixties supermodel Twiggy would have found challenging to fit in. I backed up and actually tried jumping in, hoping that my momentum would be enough to offset a lifetime of late-night pizza. I reached up and attempted to pull the safety harness into a locked position. The male and female parts looked to be a good five and three-quater inches apart. I had been telling my wife for years that five and three-quater inches was pretty darn big, but this time I actually believed it.
The ride operators tried to help me out--all five of them. They looked like a pack of wild dogs going after a kill as they jumped on, pushed down, and hung off of the safety harness in an attempt to get the hardcore legend in motion. The crowd was no longer chanting my name; they just kind of stared in the type of silence usually reserved for funerals or Test matches. Slowly, I got out of the seat, a dejected, defeated man. There would be no Batman for me on this day. I felt humiliated, and just wanted to go someplace where no one would see me--like a WCW "Thunder" taping."