There is a giant roller coaster in Denver called the Cyclone. Built in 1940, it is one of the few wooden roller coaster to remain in the United States.
Surrounded by cotton candy stands, children skipping and a carousel, you’d think you’d jumped back in time. Until you get on the thing and it hurls you at a pace that makes your face hurt. Riding in the front car of the Cyclone is more like a strong storm. Riding in the last car leaves bruises. And a pounding headache. And the intense desire to DO IT AGAIN RIGHT NOW.
The park is charming and a pretty fun way to spend a summer evening, even if I did skip out on the cotton candy.