I always get extraordinarily nervous when I’m on a bridge and I’ve never really understood why. It’s at the level where it’s a recurring fright in dreams to have to drive over a reeeaaaally steep bridge or one that’s crumbling, or so narrow I can only barely fit the tires, or sinking into the water.
Only now, looking out over the city and trying not to panic, did a single thought pop into my head.
“I can’t even stay on Rainbow Road how can I possibly manage a real bridge”