I am afraid that I have to be the odd one out here. At the time of this review I have ridden 262 rollercoasters. The Cyclone was the roughest coaster I have ever been on. Now I was in the back seat of the second to last car, and I have been told that is one of the worst. This coaster was painful and very unpleasant. I found it worse than Son Of Beast, Mean Streak, and even J2 in Clementon. I KNOW how to properly ride a coaster, and yet my back hurt me for days after riding this coaster. So while I see a lot of people love the rough and tumble nature of this coaster, I have to warn some of you that it is a rough ride and to brace yourself. The roughest spots were at the bottom of every hill before the coaster would go up the next hill. I felt like I was being bashed into my seat during those moments. Many of the people I rode with felt the same way.

This coaster is a true classic, but it is also really rough. I DID ride it a second time in the second seat of the first car and I found that ride to be much better. So you might want to get that seat if you can. The problem is, the rather rude workers staffing the ride are not very understanding when you request to sit in a particular seat.

I am glad I got to ride this, but must warn that some of you will find this coaster really harsh, despite the many 10 ratings I see here. So ride with caution! I understand that its roughness makes many people love it, and I respect that. But I simply can not give a good rating to a coaster that hurt me physically. (And I am otherwise in excellent condition and never harmed on any of the other 261 coasters I have enjoyed.)

What an AMAZING coaster. Despite all the positive reviews, I was trying not to get my hopes up- the thing IS 80 years old, after all. But by golly, this ride just goes to show that age really aint nothing but a number! As a coaster fanatic, Im truly ashamed to admit to EVER thinking this ride wouldnt deserve a perfect 10!

Even before you get on the ride, you know youre in for something different. Now, Ive only been to Coney Island once (and it just happened to be during the Mermaid Festival, which Im assuming would increase crowd sizes), and the line to buy a ticket was literally 5 minutes, if even that. After you buy your ticket you just wait for your preferred seat and walk on. Theres not even barriers separating you from the train! Im not sure if this ridiculously short wait time is typical for the Cyclone, but like I said, if its a short wait during a festival, I dont see why it would be longer on a normal day.

This ride has without a doubt the BEST drop in the world- even better than Toros (and THAT is really sayin something!) despite being half the size and less steep. The entire ride forces you to hang on for dear life, but without actually hurting you and rendering the ride unenjoyable. Every last hill and turn on this ride are extremely fun and intense. If youre feeling REALLY crazy, try it in the back row- you might get a little bruised there but its definitely worth it! This ride is an absolute must for any enthusiast, and its proof that stats and records dont make the coaster.

I drove by Coney Island for years, but never actually stopped to ride the Cyclone. Finally, I decided to actually stop to ride the famous wooden coaster. I really didnt know what was in store. It could have been a horribly rough ride, or it could have been roller coaster perfection. The Cyclone is 80 years old, so I was expecting more along the lines of a horribly rough ride where your back hurts for days after riding. Once on the ride, the heavily padded seats absorbed any roughness that the ride might have had and was just as smooth as El Toro at Great Adventure (I rode that the day before). The first drop couldnt compare in height to some of todays wooden coasters, but besides that, the Cyclone lived up to its reputation. It had great air time. Great layout. Great everything. I really wanted to give it another go but the price was a bit steep.

With Coney Island being bought up by that condo company that claims they have nothing but good intentions for Coney Island, I wouldnt be suprised if a fire breaks out on the cyclone sometime soon to get around the historic status so condos could be built in its place...

At the dinner table of the wooden coaster Gods a seat is reserved for the Crystal Beach Cyclone, Jackrabbit and Hercules. Alas, these coasters will never join again – a mere place setting is in their honor. The kiddie table is bussling with excitement and glee as all children’s tables seem to do, with El Toro and Voyage playing leap frog, Kentucky Rumbler and Thunderbird are tossing around the powdered sugar from their funnel cakes, and Renegade is drilling holes in the floor. A group of refurbished coasters, most notably Wild One and the Riverside Cyclone, tell tales of the good ol’ days and yester year. Others are engaged in games and waiting for the arrival of the head of the table. Each year is full of mystery. Will he or won’t he show? Then, silence. The wait is over. The Coney Island Cyclone has arrived. With the flair and shear oddity of Coney Island, the Cyclone enters, with nonextravigent, but emphatic fanfare indeed. The Cyclone is the wise grandfather at the head of the table Those of high ranking such as Phoenix, Boulder Dash, Balder and Thunderhead sit near. The Cyclone has made it.

The Cyclone is open. The season can officially begin.

Every year it is a wonder as to what is going to happen with the Cyclone and Coney Island as a whole. There has never been a set answer. Now we know.

It was truly an honor to ride THE Cylone. You could say Coney Island Cyclone, but it is THE Cyclone. When the name Cyclone is used, it is THE on that people think of.

Upon exiting my train, I was greeted by the countdown to the Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest. My head then turned left… I stood in line for 45 minutes. I rounded a corner, and then made a ride turn and there it stood – David. The only thing that has come close to the feeling that I had inside of me at that moment was when I first laid eyes on the Cyclone. I actually felt my heart skip.

The sign said NO SMOKING. Two ride ops were smoking. I had a feeling that I wasn’t at Dorney anymore. There was roughly 8 or 9 ride ops making things move very quickly. They were an interesting group. One was named Tyrus. Another at a slice of pizza while securing the lap bars. Another was one of the palest men I have ever seen, with silver plated grillz and two strands of dreads falling down to the middle part of his back. These were clearly not the kind of people I am used to being around. I’m not saying that is a bad thing, and I am not saying that I’m used to hanging with preppy Andy Roddick’s, but the ride ops and station aura are something that I had never seen or felt before. And don’t forget to fasten you wigs and hair pieces and that re-rides are just 4 “dollas”.

The climb up the lift is seriel. There is a great view of the calm waters ahead. It kind of makes one forget about what is going on below and it is certainly the complete opposite of what is to come.

They were able to build drops like this 80 years ago? Maybe I am just a product of this new technologically enhanced era, but I am impressed that this thing has not fallen over. The drop is better than El Toro’s, but just slightly off of J2’s for me. It is wild.

The entire ride is wild. Hell, it is a religious experience with Hulk Hogan as the pastor. The first drop is the lock up. The turn around is the calm before the match heats up. Then, prepare to get thrown around the ring, and tossed up and down and side to side. The first hill is a clothesline and the second is a piledriver. The second turn around is the set up for the final moves: a big boot and the leg drop.

The leg drop is that second hill. May I say now, and quote me on this – the back seat is not for everyone. It is for me, but not all. The entire ride is crazy in the back, but most of all at this point. During one ride it felt like my left testicle was mashed into the consistency of the strained peas being served at tomorrow’s dinner at the senior cente

I first rode the cyclone in 1976 at the age of 13 and it scared the sh-- out of me, yet I was so fascinated by the coaster, that every trip to the park, i just had to ride it. I am now in my mid 40s and I am still going strong on that coaster. It is definitely one of the greatest rollercoasters of all time and has stood the test of time. Too bad the Tornado roller coaster was burned but i did get to ride it at the age of 8 years old by accident. I wanted my dad to take me on the spook house ride (that is just the way the Tornado looked from the outside). We got on and the train cars went through the doors into a dark tunnel. The next thing I knew was that I was being whipped around from side to side up, down back and forth and everything was total blurr. I never rode that thing again but I wish it was still at coney island beacause it gave the Cyclone a run for its money.

Im not going to be able to wax poetic about the Cyclone like a native New Yorker could. Living my entire life in Southern California, I didnt conquer my first coaster with the Cyclone, nor go on my first date at Astroland. However, knowing of the worlds most famous coaster from afar for so many years, and then finally being able to ride, I can sing this coasters praises from a different perspective. I dont want to sound too ridiculous, but getting a glimpse of the coaster from the subway as we pulled into the Coney Island station was almost a religious experience. After seeing countless pictures and videos of this coaster, I was finally here to ride in person. (I have previously ridden two Cyclone copies, Psyclone at Magic Mountain and Texas Cyclone at Astroworld. What a testament to this classic that, while those two have both been sent to roller coaster heaven, this one is still going strong.) Approaching the ticket booth, my group got to see a train run through the course. My brother (not a coaster enthusiast, though hes been on a good share of coasters) commented that it looked pretty weak. He he. What a surprise waited in store for him. The first thing I noticed was the lack of any organization in the station. There was really no line, and the returning train had the option of re-riding, so some seats were taken and some werent. It was just sort of a free-for-all to find a spot. The seats and lap bars were in pretty bad shape--very torn up. The ride attendants (the term used loosely here) didnt check us at all. I assume they must have given everyone a once-over, but I felt like it was our responsibility to sit down and secure ourselves in, for as soon as everyone was seated, the train was dispatched. Creaking up the lift hill, I noticed a very warped feel to the whole thing, like the seats and the train were not shifting in sync with each other or with the track. But you know what--none of this bothered me at all. I knew we were riding a coaster from a day and age long gone, and this was all part of the thrill of that experience. We were riding toward the back of the train, and as we reached the top, the slow creakiness of the initial ascent changed into the outright insanity that is Cyclone. I just couldnt believe that the first drop was as intense as it was, and as a perfect take-that, someones hat toward the front of the train flew off and smacked my brother in the face, only to fly off him as well. We then got to enjoy/endure all the rest that Cyclone has to offer. All of the hills and turns were executed so classically, with g-forces every which way. There was so much out-of-your-seat time, slamming-back-into-your-seat time, and slamming-side-to-side-in-your-seat time, and just as you start to get the hang of one maneuver, it launches into a different one. The speed felt relentless, and the old-fashioned ricketiness of the whole thing is capable of drawing very mixed emotions. I was loving the blast-from-the-past sensations that it provided, while the friend riding next to me swore we were going to die! Though we all try to praise the Cyclone as best we can, and provide all the details of our exceptional experiences, none of that can really do the coaster justice. You just have to ride the beast to know, and Im so glad to finally have had the chance to do so.

The CyClone roller coaster is the number 1 wooden coaster in the world. The Cyclone is way better than the Wild One at Six Flags America in MD. My brother and I rode Cyclone 3 times in a row. First we sat in the 3rd row than in the last row and on the 3rd time we sat in the 1st row. Oh boy the front seat on the Cyclone is very awesome. If you have not ridden the Cyclone than you must ride it. The price for a ticket is $6.00 and a reride is only $4.00. I sure am glad the I finnaly got to ride the Cyclone. You sure do get lots of airtime. My brother almost lost his eye glasses while riding the Cyclone so he had to hang onto them while riding. I will definitely would ride the Cyclone again. I will rate the Cyclone a 10+

I almost feel that not giving the Cyclone a 10 is sacreligous. Its tradition and history almost make it a 10, regardless of what kind of ride it gives. But fret not, for I am not rating it just due to its history, but indeed on the kind of ride it is. And that ride, simply put, is nearly perfect. This is easily the best wooden coaster I have ever ridden, and one that produces some of the best forces I have ever felt on any coaster period. I rode this beast in the front row of the last car. The chain lift is surprisingly zippy, which works to the rides benefit, as you are pretty much thrown over the lift and down the first drop. That first drop is at the same time one of the coolest and scariest things you will probably ever experience. It may not be very big, but it is plenty steep, and it is one of the best coaster moments I have ever had. And the airtime doesnt stop there. In my seat, I ended up standing up for just about every drop. AT times, I wondered if I was actually going to be flung from the train. Thats how far I was out of my seat, only to be slammed back down into the nicely padded seat again. The laterals on the majority of the turns are also quite nice, though I think they pale in comparison to the wicked airtime that is found from start to finish on this coaster. It seems that the coaster was designed with nothing more in mind other than to fling you out of your seat and terrify you out of your wits so that when somehow you get back to the station alive, you have an almost overwhelming urge to do it again. And while I resisted this urge, I will always remember my 1 (for now) ride on this legendary coaster. Its legendary for a reason, folks - I can think of no finer example of a roller coaster than the Cyclone, and no coaster count is complete without checking this one off your list.

What can I say? Every day, when I say my prayers at night, I thank God for my family, my friends, the Cyclone, and the Earth. I first rode this a while back with my cousins. I sat in the very middle seat, and noted the comfortable love-seat trains. The train was released from the hand-operated breaks, and went around to the lift hill. It jolts sometimes as the beast crawls up the lift hill. There is an amazing view of Astroland and Denos Wonderwheel Park, but usually the contents of the train are too scared to notice. The clanking of the lift hill stops, the train lingers at the pinnacle for a moment, and then, all hell is let loose. At a staggering 58 degree drop, your breath will be stolen away and you will be taken to a higher place as you careen down the drop. The train pulls up with violent shaking, but nobody cares that it seems as though you could tumble off of the wooden track at any time. They are too much enjoying the ecstacy feel of the god of roller coasters. The beast then goes through a series of turns, smaller, yet just as enjoyable drops, and airtime. As the train pulls back into the station, everybody is pulling out their wallets and forking over cash to the ride ops to experience, yet again, the perfectly legal high that is the Cyclone. I would not reccomend this coaster for the faint-hearted, those who have back problems, or those who do are afraid of getting high or feeling really really good. Obviously, I would reccomend this to everybody else. This is the beginning and end of all roller coasters!

I had the opportunity to ride the Cyclone in 2002 with my son right after a Nathans hot dog. This ride is truly "The Granddaddy of Them All" often copied but NEVER duplicated. This ride is approaching 80 and still thrills the great grand children of people it originally thrilled in 1927.

People who review this ride must consider the year it was built when comparing it to the woodies of today. I know I can out perform my grandfather because he is 99!!!