At PlayLand Amusement Park, Rye, NY. I can still smell the creosote from the wooden beams on a warm, summer afternoon.

Rode one at Palisades Park maybe 60 years ago.

Grew up in Leonia.

Palisades has the rides, Palisades has the fun
Come on over....

Both are classics.

threw up at full rpms. Pretty gross lesson in physics.

of the ferris wheel.

and down} I lived dangerously and road a horse going up and down.

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Not a roller coaster person although I rode on one when I was 13 and liked it. You couldn’t pay me to get on a roller coaster now.

My folks took us kids to Idora Park in Youngstown OH.

Point. I watch, don't ride.

coasters, They are too high for me. Mostly went for the water park. We do have a Bullet here at Kennywood. I have always liked to watch but never went on it.

The whole thing twirled, went up and down and the pods at the end of the "tentacles" went another direction. We all staggered off to a bench to sit for 20 minutes to get our equilibrium back. Luckily I hadn't had anything to eat.

thought Octopus was a safer rider then most and I rode it frequently.

I liked the haunted house at Disneyland

....they're not too bad.

in circles or went up very high like some of the coasters.

Wild mouse at Wildwood NJ went out over the ocean with a sharp u-turn.

I would have gone on it again.

During the day we flew those
non-traditional kites ('68) on the beach.

important padding (for your head!) is gone on the front inside of the enclosed chair...

the Whip. etc. They maintain them all.The olders go the section called Old Kennywood Park. It's a shame your park or fair, did not
maintain them.

never get on.

of the past? 20 yrs.

The intermediate sized one at Palisades Park, NJ.
The Wild Mouse in Wildwood, NJ.
And I liked the bumper cars.

Couldn't most round & round rides; I'd get queasy. Ick!

I was stationed at Myrtle Beach AFB in the late 70s. There was an amusement park nearby that had a roller coaster with two 360 degree loops. One price admission and you could ride all the rides. It was a slow day and a couple of us started riding the roller coaster. When the ride was over, we'd get off it and get back in line and ride it again. There weren't many people riding the roller coaster so after a couple of rides the attendant said if we wanted to continue riding to just stay in our seats. We rode it about 10 times in a row.

ride this one ride called The Tempest, during which we'd sing songs, like Billy Joel's "It's Still Rock n' Roll To Me." We had so much fun. That was definitely my favorite ride to go on.

The Tempest is kind of like the Teacup ride at Disney, only a lot faster.

force , I got smashed against the side.PS She was a big girl. I never went on again.

some kids were doing handstands and other strange things as it started to spin and no floor. I liked watching.

at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, right over there [points]. Built in 1920, it's one of the few remaining wooden roller coasters in the country. It isn't "giant" by modern standards, and not particularly scary compared to newer coasters, but it's 65 seconds of pure fun, and you can see and feel its history in the wood.

Thunderbolt were all wooden. I did like the Jack Rabbit. I can remember the sounds of the chains and wood as it took you to, what was then a high top.I agree with you . They were not modern and super high and fast. But they were fun.

Not from an abundance of dates - hardly LOL.
But in the 60's me and three buddies gathered up Slavo detergent sample (big huge solid disk things) and went into the tunnel at the Mid South Fair and bombed the stream. Came out and lurked to watch the huge pile of suds come rolling out of the exit!
Good clean fun.

The Wild Mouse at Crystal Beach, front car.

The higher the better😊

roller coasters, but The Pippin was my favorite .

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stayed with The Jack Rabbit and the Racer.

from western PA. It became The Thunderbolt 🙂.

1960’s, my Grandmother and her friend and my girlfriend and I went to Slovak Day. We all rode the Pippin together and my Grandma who never swore in front of me, yelled out in Slovak “ We’re all going to hell!” That was as we were heading down that hill .

the most likely to make a huge, scary drop. The Mouse was a good ride, would be up on the top for me too. Having finally been able to go to Cedar Point about 12 years ago, that Dragster was fantastic.

I have always been a little bit on the thrill seeker side but there are somethings that I will never do. It will take an act of the old guy up above to ever get me back on an airplane. We all have our nopes but I still want to be thrown around on rollercoasters now and then.

when I was a teenager, but as I got older, it made me too dizzy, so I gave it up. Then a short ride on a mild rollercoaster was more fun than spinning around.

The Octopus
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but my nephews took me on some wild wet rides at Leggoland in Denmark. We had a blast I won’t forget.

No roller coaster; no Wild Mouse; no going up in the air or upside down. Not even the Ferris Wheel. I liked the wimpy ones. Merry-go-round was more my speed.

there was a wonderful amusement park called Bob-Lo Island. You took the Bob-Lo Boat, which had three decks, a band, a dance floor, food, drinks and souvenirs over to the island, where they had rides, games, a picnic area, animals, etc. It was awesome. It's long gone now. Of all the things I miss about my childhood, I miss Bob-Lo the most.

And other roller coasters before the days of loops and rolls.

I've nobody to go with - DH won't, the kids think they're too old and the grands aren't interested. I used to like big roller coasters and double ferris wheels.

I don't know any of the ride names, though. When I was a kid and we all went to the fair, we usually were restricted to the Tilt-a-Whirl (I can remember that one) and similar. But there was one ride and I wish I could remember the name of it. I'm not sure why I was allowed and I'm not sure why my youngest sister volunteered to go with me.

It consisted of two capsules, each at the end of a long stick. It started horizontal, as I remember, and eventually went vertical or almost vertical. There was no safety equipment in those days, just an open hole for entry on each side, each closed with a single bar meant to keep us inside. No seat belts, no padding. We were just told to keep all body parts inside.

It started up and my little sister panicked. Somehow, she became convinced that the only safe place to be was on top of my head. She's clawing her way up me, I'm getting pushed against this 2" metal pipe with nothing else between me, air, and a long way down, and I'm trying to fight her off without pushing her out her side. The ride operator was magnificently unaware of anything wrong and didn't even slow it down. Obviously, we lived, but I've never gone on a ride with her since.

She did the same thing once when a June bug got into the car. I think she's part cat.

Does this ride sound familiar to anybody who's old enough? I haven't seen it on a midway in 40, 50 years.