Today is just a study in color. A peek at a few out-of-commission vehicles through a gap in the wall at Tomorrowland Speedway.
My kids could care less about Tron. They just want to drive the cars on Speedway. They've grown up on this old school attraction. And since it's, crazily enough, the attraction at Walt Disney World with the single highest height requirement, that's as literal as it is figurative. Every other ride here has a minimum height requirement of 48" or less. TRON, Rock N Rollercoaster...even Summit Plummet at Blizzard Beach. All 48 inches.
To ride Speedway at all, you only need to be a wee 32" tall. But to drive it alone, you need to be a whopping 54" tall. This is no doubt in large part because you need so much leverage to hold that gas pedal down the whole time. I'm a good 65" and even I have to switch feet once or twice to rest.
Over the weekend the kids wanted to ride and the wait was pretty minimal, so it was the first attraction we did. Tyson hasn't been in "drive alone" territory for long so he wanted to ride solo, which left Maddox with me. I let him man the ship completely, just rode shotgun. But he's gotten so tall that now he's actually complaining that it feels a little cramped.
That was nothing though—we rode teacups next and he had to sit kind of funny to get his legs into the cup. I was going to take pictures while they spun but lasted about 8 seconds before I had to look down and then just full on close my eyes, while asking repeatedly if it was over yet.
So no pictures of teacups. But plenty from Speedway!
Took this one from the safety of the queue with my new Leica. I had the Sony a7r V with me too but had only brought my 35mm prime lens and wanted to be a little closer here. Ended up at about 75mm equivalent, f/2.8, 1/6400 sec, ISO 200. Edited to lean into the retro feel of the attraction—bold vintage palette, dreamy haze, and a little grain.
I know the more "openly magical" images are popular around here but indulge me these because they are my most favorite style and subject matter—the shots that really could be anywhere and just happen to be here. The shots where it's out little secret that they were taken at "Home" and anyone else just thinks you have some photography on your walls.