Yesteryear Bridge
There are not very many of these old iron bridges left today. Being old enough to have had the privilege of crossing one of these bridges, I would say “you haven’t really lived until you feel the bridge shake from within your car, hear the high-pitched squeak of the metal as it supports your weight! Feel and hear the boards jump and slap the frame of the steel structure as your tires rumble across each one. But wait! Stop and look down through cracks in the floor! Man, I sure miss those old bridges!” They were always fun to cross! This is merely a snapshot until I can get there again for a better shot.
There are not very many of these old iron bridges left today. Being old enough to have had the privilege of crossing one of these bridges, I would say “you haven’t really lived until you feel the bridge shake from within your car, hear the high-pitched squeak of the metal as it supports your weight! Feel and hear the boards jump and slap the frame of the steel structure as your tires rumble across each one. But wait! Stop and look down through cracks in the floor! Man, I sure miss those old bridges!” They were always fun to cross! This is merely a snapshot until I can get there again for a better shot.
There are not very many of these old iron bridges left today. Being old enough to have had the privilege of crossing one of these bridges, I would say “you haven’t really lived until you feel the bridge shake from within your car, hear the high-pitched squeak of the metal as it supports your weight! Feel and hear the boards jump and slap the frame of the steel structure as your tires rumble across each one. But wait! Stop and look down through cracks in the floor! Man, I sure miss those old bridges!” They were always fun to cross! This is merely a snapshot until I can get there again for a better shot.