Fate of Geauga Lake's Coasters
- Beaver Land Mine Ride: Sold to Papea City amusement park in Yvré-l'Evêque, France
- Big Dipper: Currently still standing on the property. A potential sale to two enthusiasts in September 2010 fell through. Fate is currently unknown.
- Dominator: Now open at Kings Dominion
- Double Loop: Demolished, sold to Cleveland Scrap for $25,000
- Head Spin: Now open at Carowinds as Carolina Cobra
- Raging Wolf Bobs: Demolished. Purchased for $2,500 at auction; some wood and track sold in online auctions; steel track, station, and all mechanical elemants removed in 2008; part of track and car donated to Geauga County Historical Society; Full demolition of coaster took place in July 2012, more than five years after the ride last operated
- Steel Venom: Now open at Dorney Park & Wildwater Kingdom as Possessed
- Thunderhawk: Now open at Michigan's Adventure
- Villain: Demolished, sold to Cleveland Scrap for $2,500
- X-Flight: Now open at Kings Island as Firehawk
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