“Coney Island…Cyclone…”
As it is said, tritely, (I was minding my own business), eating dinner on my snack table, while watching the 6:00 news.
When suddenly a red banner flashed Breaking News, “The world-famous Cyclone Roller-Coaster is in dire trouble”.
Oh no, as I dropped my twisted forkful of delicious Linguine Marinara.
(If you know me this constituted a disaster, for when I’m busy slurping pasta, I’m in another world)! 🙄
Holy Brooklyn!
The Cyclone, treasure of my Brooklyn youth…is kaput!
It stopped dead on its highest steep, hill… stranding it cargo of riders teetering over Coney Island. 😨😱
The caterpillar-like multi car ride turned screams of excited thrill riders…into screams of panicked terror. 🙃
In the streets way below were lines of ticket holders from far & wide selfishly disappointed when it was broadcasted, “No more rides…rescue teams on the way…” 👮♂️👨✈️👨🚒
Police, Firetrucks, ambulances from Coney Island Hospital sped to the scene sirens blasted. 🔈🔉🔊
Alarmed loved ones below waited on the crowded sidewalk, franticly prayed and held other. 🙏
Time passed slowly as Brooklyn’s Finest and Bravest, went to work👮👷👮👩🔬👮♂️
Finally, dramatically the riders one- by -one was picked off the tracks safely.
All cried with relief.
The ancient ride it seems had violations. It will not re-open until its wooden, structure was fixed… track mechanics overhauled. 🛠🔧🔩
A final complete inspection would then allow the Cyclone to re-open.
(I surmise it might not happen this season).
One summer in about 1956 …
I tell you that as a fearless teenager, I rode this scary ride, (on a dare), 9X, in a row!
Holy Stupid! (but it was such a thrill)! 😄
