Well, what a scream that was

WHEN I jumped on board the DC Rivals HyperCoaster, I was expecting to be heavily strapped down by the shoulders. But I wasn’t.

Instead, the safety belt grips you around the waist, making the prospect of being thrown around at 115km/h for 1.4km all the more frightening.

Our intern, Kate Donadini, who is sitting beside me, looks slightly terrified to be at the front of the $30 million ride.

The creepy music they play doesn’t help either.

I’ll admit it, I baulked (and swore) when I saw the 60m high, purple-themed incline looming in front of me.

Usually roller-coasters take a little while to reach the top, but this one shoots you up to the pinnacle quickly.

Then it creeps over the top part, offering a stunning view of the northern Gold Coast.

But I was too busy staring down at nothing, because you literally cannot see the track you’re about to follow. I grip the metal bars. We nosedive.

I scream. A lot. Kate has her eyes glued shut.

The hypercoaster then shoots you straight towards a non-inverted loop. That’s even more terrifying as it throws you to the left. I’m screaming again. So is Kate.

We curve a different way, then another as we zoom underneath the tracks.

The wind whips my face and the sheer terror I felt is replaced by a sort of exhilaration.

But then the right sidecurve appears. I grip tighter.

There’s more screaming and we loop underneath more tracks before racing towards the home stretch bumps, then silently screeching to a halt.

I call our photographer to make sure he got a good photo. “Sorry,” he says. “Can you do that again? I didn’t get the shot.”

Oh boy.