Ode to the Zambezi ZingerApril 24th, 2012 | Posted by in Odes | The Places We'll Go
If you grew up within a couple hours of the Kansas City area and are somewhere between the ages of twenty and forty-five, there is a strong statistical probability that your first ever roller coaster experience was on the legendary Zambezi Zinger at Worlds of Fun. Named for (and themed after) an African river, the Zinger had a number of unique features that make it unforgettable:
- The initial left-handed spiralling ascent, which sent the rider slowly rising and circling 1620 degrees above the “African” trees to a maximum height of 56(!) feet and stood in stark contrast with the usual, bumpy, straight, upwards haul of most other coasters
- Dives and turns through tree cover and past one particularly memorable light pole, which seemed sure to take your head clean off no matter how many safe and successful rides you had completed before
- A plunge into a dark and forboding concrete tunnel, inside of which you were contractually obligated to scream at the top of your lungs
- A perfectly tinted dark green color scheme – it is hard to even imagine the Zinger in any other color
- A top speed of over 40(!) miles per hour
- A complete lack of seatbelts or safety features of any kind
- No minimum age or height requirement if riding with an adult – it was this simple absence of any rider safety guidelines which made it countless childrens’ destinies to first taste the thrill of the roller coaster on the Zambezi Zinger
- The most awkward seating arrangement conceivable, with two riders per car and the person in front being straddled by the person in back – this was either extremely convenient (for example, if you were on a middle school date) or extremely the opposite (for example, if you went with an odd number of friends, drew the short straw, and had to ride with a random stranger)
In time, we graduated to taller, faster, more exciting rides. The straightaway speed of the Timber Wolf seemed more thrilling than a ride that three year olds could go on, the double loops of the Orient Express made the brain damaging shakiness worth the pain, and eventually the Mamba eclipsed them all.
Then one day the inevitable happened. In 1997, the Zambezi Zinger was decommissioned and disassembled. Hearts everywhere cried out, yearning for simpler times and one final dance. The Zinger was relegated to that bittersweet place in our minds where first cars, first beers, and first kisses go, forever destined to be a beautiful memory of a past when life was not nearly so complicated. She gave us everything she could, then left us behind to face this cold world without her…
…ONLY SHE DIDN’T! As it turns out, the Zinger was sold to the Colombian National Coffee Park, a theme park located just outside Montenegro in Quindío Department, Colombia. Her color scheme has changed – she is yellow and blue now – and a minimum height of 1.20 meters has been instituted, but the Zambezi Zinger lives on. She is now called La Broca, and is described as “la Montaña Rusa más larga de Colombia” (the longest roller coaster in Colombia).
She is far away, but I can already see the trees falling away below us as we climb that spiral and feel the Colombian African wind in my hair as we make that initial plunge toward seatbeltless freedom. To this point we have generally been reluctant to make any specific plans about places we will go, but I dare say a reunion with the Zambezi Zinger has made the list.
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awesome post…i hope all of your travel plans are based on random things that were taken from Kansas and reconstructed in 3rd world countries
Did we not mention that as part of the plan? Damn. I knew we should have called our blog “Lost Treasures of Oz” instead…
This is Grandmother speaking – Are you sure the Columbians are as careful about safety as the Americans? I know. Probably safer, right? Sounds fun. Columbia here we come.
My gut is to not put a ton of faith in any roller coasters, especially those that were considered void of safety precautions in the United States. If you’re in though, I am too. Haha Love you!
This is one of the best things I’ve read in a long time. All I can remember are flashes of the Zambezi Zinger. And, of course, the fact that it was awesome and the only roller coaster my mom would go on. Such a peaceful, reassuring ride. I remember being very sad when it was taken away.
A million thanks for the compliments! Glad you enjoyed reading. It was definitely a sad day when they took the Zinger away.
One of the things that made the Zinger great was the way that it was designed to integrate so perfectly into the existing forest. It felt not so much like it was built there, but that it grew there. When it was recommissioned, I pondered how it might look in a different environment – for which it was not designed. But I know they have ample forest in Colombia, so I think she probably feels right at home. It will be interesting to get your impressions after the ride(s).
Another great thing about the Zinger was that, as you say, anyone could ride. Although I was a teenager when it was built, many a child (including yourself) had their initial ride before their first birthday – riding between their parents legs and being held onto like a loaf of bread. And many a toddler (like yourself) just couldn’t get enough, grabbing dad’s hand as soon as you got off to lead him back into line for another go!
Thanks for your thoughts. From the few pictures we were able to find it looks like the new setup doesn’t meld quite as well with its surroundings, but we’ll have to see to be sure. Indeed, I am sure I don’t even remember my first several trips on the Zambezi Zinger. Must have been fun though! Thanks for taking me on it and not letting me crawl over the side of the car.