As the subway pulls into the Coney Island station, you ride by all the classic beach attractions. In this reflection you can see the great wooden roller coaster, the Cyclone, and the entrance to the newly reopened Luna Park. I felt like a little kid tortured by anticipation as the train slowly rolled to a stop. As the afternoon wore on, I would eventually ride the Cyclone and visit Luna Park, but more on that later.
Like many things in New York, the subway is a large part of what defines Coney Island. For $2.25 anyone can ride out for a day at the beach. Without that kind of access for the entire city, the crowds wouldn’t be here. And the rich history and tradition of this place would never have happened.