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Had it not been for the Hurricane, I probably would not have trekked across the country to the Myrtle Beach Pavilion. I just felt the need to ride this coaster before it is closed forever. It looked so deceptively pleasant sprawled out along the entire south side of the park, with its train flowing over the hills. Notice the word deceptively. The first drop on this coaster was a 100-foot thrill, followed by a second small hill that delivered great airtime as the momentum carried it over at a very fast speed. The third hill was taller, also providing good airtime. I was expecting a slow turn around at this point, but boy, have I ever been so wrong. We then flew into the Hurricanes helix that was absolutely bone-jarring. We spiraled around to the right, up and down, twice, and I felt like a blender had been turned loose inside my body. It was insanity. At the point where I could barely endure any more, we straightened out and headed back, jumping over some other hills that were fun, though not quite as airtime-producing as on the way out, though it is possible that I was still trying to recover and just didnt register the airtime. After that, as if to say youre not getting off that easily, the train slammed into a helix that veered off to the left. This one only spiraled around once, but it still left me feeling like a martini that had been shaken, stirred, and then had the glass shattered altogether. And then it was over. And then I proceeded to ride five more times! Whats wrong with me? Thats a good question, but the masochistic coaster enthusiast in me couldnt help but love the outright brutality of this ride. The front of the train wasnt quite as rough, but be prepared no matter where you sit. Did Hurricane merit a cross country trip? Absolutely, if for nothing else to say that I got to experience perhaps the most demanding wooden coaster ever. Magic Mountains Psyclone is childs play by comparison.
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