Today I’m in Charleston, South Carolina on business. Only those people who have never traveled for business will be jealous that I get to visit beautiful cities like Charleston as part of my job. As for food, I don’t get to pick the best restaurant in town and take our donors there–I go wherever I’m invited. (Today’s choice: Longhorn–no complaints, but it’s not quite unique to Charleston.)
And I have to face things like the Bridge of Terror, otherwise known as the Arthur Ravenel Bridge, which is, according to Wikipedia, “the longest cable-stayed bridge in the Western Hemisphere.” How do people face this monster every day, when their car might at any second direct itself toward the edge, fling itself over the flimsy concrete barrier, and plunge them 186 feet into the murky depths below? Why do they have to make it so TALL? And put such enormous cables on it? It’s like driving along one of those South American roads in a tiny bus with a cliff on both sides.
I hyperventilate just at the thought of going over this thing. Luckily for me my hotel this evening is at the absolute total last possible point it can be without actually taking me over it. And I’ll have to go out of my way only 10 miles to avoid it tomorrow. So I suppose I’m luckier than I realize.
Your confrontation with the Bridge of Terror, Pontus Horriblis, has inspired me, most beautiful woman, and I have written about it as well, recounting our summer adventure with in, in language rare and prosaic. I love you.
Dag, that bridge looks like it’s in France or something.
Okay, I’ve become mesmerized by the various freeway videos from this guy, Freewayjim. Here’s his trip through our fair city where he is complimentary of our freeway.>>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_4EtnQ0RXg
There is a bridge in Provence, the Millau Viaduct, on the road from Barcelona to Paris that is 2400 meters long and in the center 245 m above the valley. I propose that when we go to France that we avoid this. Your “loving and bridge fearing” husband.
I never had a bridge phobia, but I think your blog is giving me one. I just opened a X-mas present that had been UPS’ed to me a while back, was sitting around waiting to be opened, and was almost forgotten.>>It’s a tool with a pointed hammer on one end for punching out a side window, and a box-cutter type blade on the other end for cutting a jammed seat belt. I am actually glad to have this. Maybe you too will find that it helps, psychologically, when going over water at least. >>I also like when I go over a new bridge that’s “off Garmin,” and the Garmin shows me flying over water.