For many years, North Point National Park was a quiet place. Home to several hiking trails along the coast and mountains, a shuttle connecting the north and south trails, and a chique restaurant. While beautiful however, the park wasn't very profitable. The park's caretaker didn't care; it made enough to get by, and he enjoyed the peace and quiet.
The owner of the park did care. One day he visited the park's caretaker and told him 'caretaker, noone cares to pay to see nature no more. You should build one of those rollercoasters to attract visitors, we got plenty of wood around here anyway'

'I have a name', the caretaker muttered.

'So does my dog. Now build that rollercoaster.'

And with that, the owner went on his merry way. Annoyed and insulted, the caretaker went to work. He designed the biggest, most wasteful rollercoaster he could think of and build it right next to the restaurant gardens, the owner's favourite place to lunch. Surely that would get back at him for disturbing my peace, he thought! Noone will come to visit such a ridiculously long coaster, and noone will want to eat at the restaurant with the noise of the coaster so close by. I will have my revenge!

And so it was done. The coaster was build, the park was opened, and word of this record-long coaster quickly spread. North Point National Park became massively succesful, profitable, and everyone was happy. Much to the annoyance of the caretaker, whose name we never learned.