Look, I dont say this lightly, but this is a overrated ride in an mediocre park that treats its customers with the same contempt and condescension it heaps upon coasters that may once have been ground-breaking but have long since been surpassed in every respect but meaningless statistics. So what if The Beast is the longest wooden roller coaster in the world? No freaking wonder. It has two lift hills and a 1/4 mile staging area leading into the station. Maybe about 62% of its course does anything to entertain or amuse its riders. The rest is all transport and filler. Wow, a heavily-braked straightaway into a clumsily-executed right turn! And did you see how they put a shed over the helix? Geez, Louise. It sure was loud in there!
I didnt grow up riding this roller coaster, nor did I meet my sweetheart in its queue during Coaster Con II. I also freely admit that I missed its best days. I can only comment on what I experienced since October 2004 during a handful of rides, the last of which was on the 20th of May 2006. What I endured at that time was a badly-maintained relic whose greatest strengths are its marketing campaign, the residual loyalty of those who knew it when, and the ignorance and under exposure of the general park-going public, many of whom have simply never ridden a well-maintained and constructed wooden roller coaster.
During one of its interminable straightaways, the washboard quality of The Beasts ride was so exaggerated that it reminded me of footage Ive seen from a bicyle race called Paris-Roubaix. During this competition, masochistic Europeans ride over unevenly-spaced, breadloaf-sized cobblestones, typically in miserable weather. Its sort of the Continental equivalent of NASCAR. The fun comes when a gap or slick spot in this ancient paving seizes the spindly wheel of a racing bike and catapaults it equally spindly rider onto his face, setting off a chain reaction pile-up of bad teeth, shaved-legs, and garishly-colored racing machines and tight clothing. Since the Norman Conquest is over, these are the lengths that men must now go to in order to expend their useless, pent-up testosterone. Likewise, generations of Buckeyes now suffer from shaken coaster-buff syndrome from trying to convince themselves they still have a national treasure at PKI.
Im giving this ride a 7, because one of its overwhelmed ride ops somehow forgot to staple me into my seat with its indivdually-ratcheting lap bar. Consequently, I experienced a dramatic and scary moment of ejector air over the first hill while sitting in the back seat, until the retractable seatbelt finally caught and pulled me safely back down against the dunking-stool-like seatback. It was a rare glimpse into what could have once made this ride famous.
I know many of you have fond memories of The Beast. Thats fine. Far be it from me to gainsay your loyalty. Nevertheless, its not my job to justify it for you. I dont know what this ride was capable of in the late 70s or early 80s. I only know that its now coasting on a reputation it no longer deserves.
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