I joined a couple of friends one evening to drink a couple of quarts of the cobra before going to the county fair.
I had never gotten sick on a ride before. That bragging right flew out of the side of a car on the Zipper. It was a sad story. The friends mentioned were girls so I was too macho to let it spew. Somehow I throttled the flow and leaned over and pretty much spit it out the side while they were screaming with glee.
