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He had to keep traveling because he was getting bored. His cybernetic brain could easily catalog where he had been but his Time Lord brain felt it was all a blur at this point.
At least Revere Beach was fun. He rode the Cyclone in 1969, the day before the fire. He shouted in glee at every turn, scrape and creak. The rust from the salt air made this Cyclone even more fun. Old woodies were his favorite. The more rotted the wood and rusted the metal the better.
He had to keep traveling though, millions of coasters to ride.