It would take a helluva lot of money, drugs and effort to get me to go to Frontier City these days. This isn't a knock on the park as much as it is me being a grown up who doesn't enjoy experiencing dangerous sensations such as the "Oh God, my balls are now in my chest and my heart is about to burst."
Just the idea of driving out to Frontier City and spending a few hours watching my friends ride the Diamondback is enough to make me feel physically and emotionally exhausted. Spending a day and a half in a coffin on that property? No thanks.