I've got an interesting cyclone story. I found a beat-to-hell cyclone on the course one day, no name or number that I could see, it looked like a dog disc without the teeth marks. The underside of the flight plate was solid black sharpie. So, It made it into the back of the closet for a while.
On a recent trip to the in-laws house, they live up on a ridge and have about 12 acres of natural land mostly covered in cedars/oaks, I bring a bunch of discs for folks to throw around. We make up a par 3 and have fun, etc. I had a couple/few discs that I reserved to launch off into the sunset from the top of the ridge, this cyclone being one.
So, I'm putting on a show for some of my family and friends who were out there messing around. Making some ok drives. I get to this beat to hell cyclone. I uncork one of the biggest drives that I have ever thrown. Beautiful slight anny line, incredibly tight snap, followed by a huge drawn out S-turn. I was standing there in awe watching it fly. Then I kicked myself in the ass for throwing it into oblivion. I went down the next morning to scour the area where I thought it might have landed but not a trace.
I still wish I would have field tested that ugly thing. I might have replaced my driver with it if I could continue throwing it the way I threw it that evening.
That is my only throw and only experience with a Cyclone.