I love bridges. Any kind. Name a bridge and I'll like it. All the cities I've lived in had bridges. San Francisco? Yep, we've got a few. Budapest? Oh, bridges galore. Montreal? Yeah, some. Not the most beautiful. New York? Some of the best bridges in the world. Bangkok? Oh yes, that city wouldn't function without its bridges.
We need bridges. They connect things. Over water. They're strong where we're weak, elegant where we're squat sweating and stuck in traffic. Bridges make for amazing views. They also make for great legends and stories.
Like that one time? In '89? When this bridge? Well, kind of collapsed? (Only kind of, though, thank goodness.)
They say that they've been trying to rebuild it since then (They being the powers that be. YOU know. Them.). Progress has been sighted, and next year, after 23 years, we'll have a new Bay Bridge.
I'm sure it will be gorgeous, and safe, and safety is definitely number one for bridges, just before looks and charisma. But I'm glad that in its last year, I'm getting some pictures that show just what a great gal the Bay Bridge is now. She might be showing just a hint of those 75 years on her, but I'd say she still looks fantastic.