The Roller Coaster will lift you up 203 feet, drop you down 144 feet and leave your pulse trying to catch up to 67 mph. Simulating a jet fighter's barrel roll, you'll turn 180 degrees, hang 86 feet in the air, take the famous "heartline" twist and dive, and get your negative g's on! Ah, what a rush.
OK then. I'm not sure if I want a rush.
First, we have to rent a locker to put all of our belongings in before we ride. I find out at that point that we have to take off our jewelery so it won't be damaged or hurt us. Excuse me?
We get in line and decide to do the family pack so we can get photos. Now, let me say, that they totally fool you because you load on this thing inside the building. We finally get up there...at this point, I'm pretty nervous. Did I mention that I'm afraid of heights? Everybody else is just giddy with excitement.
Anyway, we get on, lock in and start moving. I take my glasses off and hand them to Frank. Then I close my eyes and hang on to the safety bar for dear life. The car moves to the outside and Frank tells me to open my eyes. I look up and see a track that is practically VERTICAL and I'm sure no for than 1 foot wide. We inch up this stupid thing for what seems a very long time. Then all hell breaks loose.
Jennifer Screams. Frank, Gina and Jeff Scream. Jennifer is terrified...Frank, Gina and Jeff are having the time of their lives.
By the time we were whirling upside down and then rolling over and speeding down a ridiculously steep hill, I had lost my voice. I wished pain and suffering on those who put me on it and could barely get myself off of it.
So, yes, New York, New York Casino, your roller coaster is a rush.
After that, we ate a Nate's hotdog. Kind of anticlimatic after the holy ride of terror.
Here is a photo of the roller coaster. Note the cars that are upside down on the track...
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