Should you ride it? Absolutely. But don’t expect a thrill. Expect a history lesson with a side of vertigo. It’s the perfect coaster for people who think “too fast” means “slightly brisk.”
If you do go, sit in the front car. You can watch the track wobble beneath you, which is terrifying in a quiet, philosophical way. And bring a sweater. The ride is so slow, you’ll catch a chill.
Also, brace yourself for the queue—it’s a rope. Literally a rope. They hand you a length of clothesline and say, “Hold this for ten minutes.” It’s the most authentic 1902 experience of all.
So the next time you hear someone brag about hitting 90 mph on a modern coaster, smile. Then tell them you took a ride on a 110-year-old grandfather that still moves. Because sometimes, the best thrill isn’t speed. It’s knowing that something that old still has the guts to terrify a 21st-century human with a 10-mile-per-hour dip.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go yell at a cloud.
