This was the first time I rode the Cyclone at Coney Island. It was one of the scariest roller coasters I’ve been on, I think. Just because it’s been a while since I’ve been on one and also because the coaster is SO old. It was built in 1927 and is super jolting and crickety. Jeannette & Yvan were in the first car, right in front of me, and Jess decided not to ride. So I was in my own seat, which I don’t recommend. I was getting tossed from side to side like crazy and had bruises to show for it.
Some years ago now, I went on the Cyclone. I was so scared that I clenched up my abdominal muscles. Big time. So big time that I gave myself a hernia. Really. A tiny piece of my guts popped right out of my belly button (though not, fortunately, through my skin or in a life-threatening way). So, you know, me and the Cyclone? Not best friends.