You people who say good riddance are ridiculous. Psyclone was a great example of the type of ride that is vanishing in this country: The roller coaster that most of you "buffs" are afraid of.
Sorry to seem so combative, but aren't us roller coaster fans supposed to be thrill seekers? Aren't we looking for something that's exciting and stimulating, and just a bit beyond our control? That's the whole point of a roller coaster, to experience a sensation we couln't normally achieve on our own, and to trust our lives to a piece of machinery and architecture.
Yeah, the ride was a little rough? Who cares? Roughness was part of what made Psyclone Psyclone. If you were afraid of inversions, you avoided Riddler's Revenge and Scream. If you didn't enjoy heights so much, you probably shied away from Goliath. If speed just wasn't your thing, then you steered clear of Superman.
Roughness was what made Psyclone cool. It wasn't the fastest, tallest, or most thrilling of coasters, but if you wanted to ride a coaster that you weren't sure was built to code, then Psyclone was the ride for you. If you wanted to feel your amygdala go crazy at the sight of random bolts and wood pieces littered underneath the scaffolding, then Psyclone was the ride for you. If you wanted to feel like you were going to fall up and out of your seats with each breathtaking airtime hill, then Psyclone was the ride for you.
So for all of you so-called thrill-seekers who maligned the ride because it gave your legs owchie-booboos...here's my advice. Stand in line for Tatsu and X for three hours per ride, and I'LL ride Psyclone 75 times while you're waiting.
Rest in pieces, Psyclone.
Hector del BaƱo, valiant defender of Six Flags Magic Mountain