Ride the Cyclone

Step right up, only eight bucks a head, no one's ever died on the Cyclone... {wicked grin}

This is where you’ll need to catch your breath.

On the outside.

Looking in.

Once you cross the threshold, once you’re part of the action, it’s too late.

It moves.

It’ll rock you around like a bag of shake n bake.

Step up to the girl, hand over your eight bucks, and join the line.

It’ll be the ride of your life.

I promise.

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