The pitch fork came down on Mean Streak
One bleak fall day…
What Vengeance is this,
The people did say!

R.M. Crosby came out on that podium
To decree:
“The Streak’s time is done,
For our aching backs mercy!”

Ashes to dust
The crowds followed that sad procession.
All the way to the Midway,
Past each mournful concession.

We stood in the Haunt graveyard,
Thinking this was the end…
Had we lost our rough,
But faithful old friend?

“Fear not,” said a lone voice
In two thousand and seventeen.
“Some new outlaws are coming,
On the Frontier Trail scene.”

Richard Michael Crosby was back
With his steely gaze
To announce his initials were not
Mere turn of phrase.

RMC was finally coming
To the great Roller Coast…
To give the hybrid treatment,
To that old wooden ghost.

Each face turned to the lakeshore
To watch gravity redefined.
Construction was started,
Angles rose from straight lines.

Steel Vengeance was rising
A mechanical phenomenon.
Construction crews worked
from dusk until dawn.

Cowboy hats became
The new work attire.
A flag was adorned
To the top of one spire.

Transformation went on
For all of summers long days
The spooks of fall,
Gave way to Winter’s grey haze.

We watched on the webcams,
From the warmth of our homes
Snowflakes flying over inversions,
Ohio Winter chilling our bones.

Spring came, test after test
brought out gleeful, loud cheers.
Steel Vengeance was complete,
There was nothing to fear.

Mean streak is smiling down,
From woodie heaven, this fine day…
surveying it’s metamorphosis,
In only the finest of ways.

Cedar Point, like no other,
The competition can clearly see.
And, working with Rocky Mountain Construction!
Well you can’t disagree…

So, stick a fork in the sands
Of Cedar Point beach.
Steel Vengeance is done,
And opening day is in reach!

#ThisForkIsForSV