They'd been eyeing each other shyly all night, standing up on the boards right beside the rides, watching the riders scream and yell and cling on tight.

Among the attractions crammed into the dense 42-acre site is the Steeplechase, where riders cling to the backs of high wooden steeds while they zip around the course.

The rider clings to it with foot straps or magnetic boots.

At the motorcycle-style steering controls was a ratbit, a second rider clung on behind, facing the engine.

The rider clung to the upswept forecantle with one hand while he swung a futile blade back and forth with the other.

It bounced from the horse's skull, causing the beast to rear in pain, but the rider clung on.

Her rider clung to her, not caring where she went.

The riders clung to the saddles when they could, or stumbled on afoot, leading their mounts, continually gnawed by hunger.

The rider clung on until one last, convulsive leap catapulted him into the air.

The platform had a low, foot-high railing surrounding it, with handles to which the riders might cling.