Truth is, I'd hate to see Autopia demolished. It's one of the best miniature car rides on Earth. To youngsters, it's a real adventure and a family tradition. I'm sure many present-day adults experienced this familiar chain of events:
Stage 1: You start by riding Autopia (or Tomorrowland Speedway at WDW) as a passenger with a parent. Once underway, you're invited to reach over and handle the wheel -- and send the car banging against the center rail over and over again.
Stage 3: You're old enough to complete the entire ride with your guardian nodding approval as you slip farther and farther down in the seat, determined to keep that darn pedal pressed down.
Stage 4: Your first solo drive! Your parent or older sibling is now in the car behind you, shouting encouragement. You're heart's actually racing, and you'll have an odd flashback to this moment when you turn 16 and take your driver's test. Halfway through, you suddenly realize that, yeah, you're doing this and you're going to finish it just fine. A wave of satisfaction sweeps over you. At the finish, you accidentally ram the car in front of you, but no one minds.
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