Apocalypse (Six Flags Magic Mountain)

Apocalypse (Six Flags Magic Mountain)

This article is about the wooden roller coaster at Six Flags Magic Mountain. For the steel stand-up roller coaster of the same name at Six Flags America, see Apocalypse (Six Flags America). For the freefall tower ride at Drayton Manor, see Apocalypse (Drayton Manor). For other uses, see Apocalypse (disambiguation).

Apocalypse
Previously known as Terminator Salvation: The Ride
Six Flags Magic Mountain
Park section Cyclone Bay
Coordinates 34°25′16″N 118°36′00″W / 34.421078°N 118.600123°W / 34.421078; -118.600123Coordinates: 34°25′16″N 118°36′00″W / 34.421078°N 118.600123°W / 34.421078; -118.600123
Status Operating
Opening date May 23, 2009 (2009-05-23)
Cost USD $10,000,000
Replaced Psyclone
General Statistics
Type Wood
Manufacturer Great Coasters International
Lift/launch system Chain lift hill
Height 95 ft (29 m)
Drop 87.4 ft (26.6 m)
Length 2,850 ft (870 m)
Speed 50.1 mph (80.6 km/h)
Duration 3:00
Capacity 1000
Height restriction 48 in (122 cm)
Trains 2 trains with 11 cars. Riders are arranged 2 across in a single row for a total of 22 riders per train.
Flash Pass available

Apocalypse is a wooden roller coaster located at Six Flags Magic Mountain in Valencia, California. It is located in the Cyclone Bay section of the amusement park, on a plot of land formerly occupied by the Psyclone (1991-2007), Shockwave (1986-1988) and La Vibora (1984-1986) roller coasters. As of today, Apocalypse and Colossus are the only wooden roller coasters at Six Flags Magic Mountain.

Read more about Apocalypse (Six Flags Magic Mountain):  Ride Elements, Height Requirements

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