We managed to hit IB for a quick four hour trip this Saturday, and the Hawg did not disappoint.
The lift hill feels steeper than it looks, and the ascent is over before you realize it. The lack of banking on the turnaround gives some solid lateral force, and the first drop is as solid as it looks (albeit a bit short). I didn't feel uncomfortable at all during any of the elements, even the outbanked turn. And the visual of rushing toward the ground during the declined heartline is quite unique.
Capacity could be a problem on busier days, but the ops seemed to know their business (and compared to the one-train operation on Lost Coaster of Superstition Mountain, a twenty minute wait felt like a breeze). The queue stairs put you this/close to the final brake run, so at least it gives you something to look at. It sure beats peering over the fence at the adjacent bungalows, and what seemed like a score of fat, shirtless men playing bags.
In closing, SH seems to be the only thing at IB that hasn't been sitting there since 1963. Man, I love that park.