@Joe,
Hi Joe
Sounds like me, on my first roller-coaster ride after 40 years lay off. (130 km/hr drop ).
As soon as the insignificant-looking little lap triangle bar locked into place, I had a sudden realization that there was likely no way to call it all off without someone pinning the permanent badge of shame to my chest - or my back, as I scuttled away from the scene.
The first portion of the ride, I spent wishing I could get off. The little lap triangle that had so thoroughly impressed me with it's "inescapable" quality, had lost it's it's authority, now was possibly not sufficient to keep me pinned - judging from the tight grip that I had to keep, "just in case".
After a few more rides, I could see becoming blase about it.
Just like marriage