I’ve always been fascinated by historic amusement parks and wooden roller coasters, so a few years back I convinced my dad to drive with me up to Brooklyn to go to Coney Island and ride the famous Cyclone rollercoaster. I was planning on bringing my camera to take a few shots, but the operator would not let me and I quickly found out why as the tiny cars rocked back and forth violently as it raced along the tracks. The Cyclone is not the tallest, or the fastest, or even a very enjoyable roller coaster at times, but it has stood the test of time. As I squeezed by body out of the coaster car, I thought about all the millions of people decade after decade escaping the hustle and bustle of big city life to retreat to Coney Island on a summer night and take a ride on the Cyclone. A night I will not soon forget.