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A March weekday turned out to be the best time to go to Busch Gardens, in Williamsburg, Virginia. It was a gorgeous day, in the 70s, and even though there seemed to be plenty of people there, we never had to wait more than five minutes for a ride. (That time it was because one of the cars had gotten stuck — always makes you feel really confident when you finally get on, especially since it was a freaky new one that flung you around hairpin turns and made you feel like the car was liable to whip off the edge at any second.) We concentrated on the roller coasters and were able to go on most of them at least twice.
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