Sam
TS Member
Think this deserves its own topic, as it's getting intolerable now and really needs bringing to the park's full attention.
The objects circled above are the offenders. They are ostensibly padding for the neck, but actually serve merely to emit one of the foulest smells known to man. Anyone who has been on The Smiler and has turned their head any more than ten degrees in either direction will know exactly what I'm talking about.
Unlike the hard plastic of Nemesis and Oblivion which absorbs nothing at all and is odourless, these pads are spongy and semi-absorbent. They soak in the sweat from every single rider whose neck comes into contact with them - and due to the roughness of the ride, that is everybody.
They let off an appalling stink, particularly by the end of the day. The smell is one of stale sweat, and it makes me almost vomit everytime I ride. What is a misery during the winter becomes something else entirely during summer.
The extra perspiration caused by last Sunday's roasting heat made the ride smell worse than London during the Black Death. A random woman behind me loudly complained in the brake run that she'd waited an hour just to feel nauseous due to the smell. Something has to be done about this. The obvious solution? Remove the padding.

The objects circled above are the offenders. They are ostensibly padding for the neck, but actually serve merely to emit one of the foulest smells known to man. Anyone who has been on The Smiler and has turned their head any more than ten degrees in either direction will know exactly what I'm talking about.
Unlike the hard plastic of Nemesis and Oblivion which absorbs nothing at all and is odourless, these pads are spongy and semi-absorbent. They soak in the sweat from every single rider whose neck comes into contact with them - and due to the roughness of the ride, that is everybody.
They let off an appalling stink, particularly by the end of the day. The smell is one of stale sweat, and it makes me almost vomit everytime I ride. What is a misery during the winter becomes something else entirely during summer.
The extra perspiration caused by last Sunday's roasting heat made the ride smell worse than London during the Black Death. A random woman behind me loudly complained in the brake run that she'd waited an hour just to feel nauseous due to the smell. Something has to be done about this. The obvious solution? Remove the padding.