Good morning on this brilliant Monday.

Last week, this native New Yorker completed a rite of passage of sorts: riding the Cyclone at Coney Island.

The roller coaster turned 90 today, and it was time I finally experienced it.

Why hadn’t I done it before? A quick text to my mom gave me some clarity. “You lived a sheltered childhood?!” she replied. I have a feeling it was more about schlepping a bouncy kid on a lengthy subway ride.

I had imagined the Cyclone as a slow ride up and down a creaky wooden track — all 2,640 feet of it. Instead, I was both pleasantly surprised and slightly frustrated that I hadn’t done this sooner, like other New York kids.

“We grew up on it,” said Vida Williams, 55, a Coney Islander. “If they changed it, I probably wouldn’t ride it.”