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  • While visiting Colorado, we found a little city named Manitou. It lies somewhere between the Garden of the Gods, Seven Falls Waterfall, and, the Rocky Mountains. In the heart of this city, I found a collection of old 25 cent riding machines. You remember these machines. Dozens of them. Maybe a hundred or more. They were all located outside of a penny arcade.

    The Tom and Jerry ride, the space ship ride, the popular one that I remember growing up, with three horses on a carousel that spun round and round. The airplane and helicopter ride that came with a stick where you could move your aircraft up or down. The Bozo the clown ride. The police car. The fire truck! They were all here!

    It was amazing to see all of these antique ride machines on display. Off in a corner, a young boy asked his dad if he could get on one of the machines. He picked one that resembled a jet fighter. It had working lights, and looked like it was ready for action. The boy climbed in, Dad fed the machine a quarter, and seconds later, the boy's face lit up like yours, or mine would have thirty some odd years ago. For a few minutes, that little kid was fighting off enemy fighters, or saving the world, or flying to the moon! The possibilities are endless...

    The ride soon ended, dad lifted his son out of the airplane..and they walked out onto the main street, off to find some other adventure. I started heading out of the collection area, when this yellow horse caught my eye. I had seen plenty of these machines when I was growing up, but never anything like this before. Never a yellow horse ride!

    She looked quick, strong, sleek, and nimble.
    I should just take a photo of this yellow stallion and not embarrass myself...right?
    I'm too old to play around on a toy horse.
    This stuff is for kids.

    As you can see in the photo, we were riding dangerously fast.
    Easily, the fastest that yellow horse had ever gone in it's life.

    It's simple math:

    A 38 year old guy, riding 1 yellow horse on a 25 cent machine...and remembering the excitement and fun of being a 5 year old, all over again.
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