Getting Coney on the Cyclone
Back in the posting saddle. Went to NYC/Brooklyn to celebrate my birthday and check a few things off my bucket list. Finally rode (survived?) The Cyclone at Coney Island. Glad I didn’t know what was coming.
Sometimes ignorance is bliss.
Hadn’t read up on it, so I got into a roller coaster car and began the chug up to the top not really knowing (or remembering from Space Mountain) what was coming.
That 85 foot drop sure woke me up.
Nothing like feeling you’re doing a freefall with nothing but a padded bar keeping you from being hurtled into the stratosphere.
Top speeds: 60 mph. And it felt like it.
The Cyclone’s been around since 1927. It looks it. It feels like it.
Scary as hell. No make that way scarier than hell. But what a sense of accomplishment when you get off.
Felt brave. Make that real brave.
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