He can't tell if it's exhausted relief that sends the blood churning through his veins or if it's some kind of adrenalized high, but either way, it leaves him short of breath when the ride finally slows to a halt. He has to fumble with the strap for several long seconds before he can unhook it and extricate himself from the seat.

He's maybe slightly struck with a minor case of serious vertigo.

"...jesus," is about all he can get out to begin with.