Ok, finally something nearly made me sick. Loved it! Unlike every other Top Spin Ive known, men dont seem to describe this as a Vasectomy Machine, and the restraints didnt come down nearly as tight. I only feared for my life a little, my stomach a little more. It was marvelous not knowing what cycle or how many flips to expect, or know how long the thing would go. Many revolutions and many flips, and water that actually got you wet on a hot day (still a point of contention with my husband, who thinks my shirt should stay dry). But at points I DID have to focus on the mirror on the back of the seat in front of me for fear of regurgitation - that hasnt happened before. I cant exactly call the Coney ride ops sadists, but they are certainly a little twisted, and I love them all for it!
UPDATE: A year later, it didnt make me sick. It was great, counted as many as 8 flips in a row, but didnt feel sick. Rode it twice, and each time as it started moving and putting our weight on the restraints, I felt mine give a quarter or a half an inch. The first ride it generated some concern as I wondered exactly what would happen it I landed on my head or face, but apparently there wasnt really any danger. Still the best example of the ride. Water spouts werent working during my visit - that was disappointing.
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