Oh yes, rollercoasters and hot ashphalt!
I grew up in Vancouver, BC which is home to one of the great old wooden rollercoasters. I first rode it when I was 10 and snuck out of the assembly with my friend which was in the coliseum neighboring the fair grounds. I was just tall enough to ride it. Every summer, our parents took us to that fair to ride the rides and see all the new stuff. The smell of grease on metal, old wood, sweet cotton candy, candy apples, burgers and hot dogs sizzling on the grill, fried doughnuts and pigs ears all melding together in one great olfactory crescendo carried on the salty air from the adjoining Pacific Ocean inlet. It's a child's version of an orgasm! Right in the heart of the city!
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