I love all coasters, but for me, the scariest remains my first. As a kid, we used to spend a lot of time at the Pike, in Long Beach. And at 8 or 9 years old, they didn't come any scarier than the Cyclone Racer. I couldn't get enough of it. It creaked, groaned, and in it's last years it was pretty much falling apart as you rode it...
Wooden coasters will always have a special place in my heart.



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