Item #6: Ride in a motorcycle ball of death.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
He had ridden a Ferris wheel naked. He had fallen in love with a woman whose heart he knew he would have to break. He had swum with a shark. And then there was college; such things shouldn't even be mentioned.
But at this moment, it seemed that he had never made a worse decision in his life. Riding a motorcycle inside a small steel-cage sphere? He liked to call himself a daredevil; this might be a bit excessive.
A Chinese acrobat was giving him instructions, telling him to do this and not do that, don't get yourself killed, yada yada. The flip side of his personality, the less rational side, was all gung-ho and ready to zoom around, adrenaline and insane fear coursing through his veins.
And then he was released, and, gunning the throttle, roared into the cage. The entrance sealed.
Immediately, his world was flipped around and his stomach dropped. He was going so fast that he literally lost all sense of direction as well as his center of gravity. He couldn't tell if he was on the bottom of the cage, the side, the top, wherever. His world consisted of the growl of the engine and rattling of the bike as it flashed around the ball of death.
It was a thrill, but he was scared witless. The motorcycle could easily flip, or he could make too sharp a turn and fly off. He thought to slow down, but was reluctant to do so.
His life flashed in front of him. All the people, the places, the memories; he saw it all and was lost again in nameless terror.
Finally, he eased on the brakes and he imperceptibly slowed until he reached a halt back on the floor of the sphere. He was overcome with a profound sense of vertigo and fell off the seat of the bike. His head spun, ached and he felt ready to vomit. He was dimly aware of people rushing to help him out of the cage, because each of their footsteps echoed inside of his head. He caught a glimpse of his coworkers, and rasped out a comment:
"I just died and visited heaven. McGee, your angel wears a turtleneck."
A/N: Just a short note; I learned about the ball of death about a minute before writing this, so next to none of these experiences are probably true.
Did you enjoy this chapter? If none of you object, I will probably skip #7, because I have no idea what to do for it.