Eat Me When I'm Fatter
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?' The primal tale of Three Billy Goats Gruff comes to mind when I drive over this lonesome bridge in the Northland. I have no reason to believe that it's not structurally sound, but the span's crumbling asphalt and remote location cause me to hold my breathe as I approach it. The troll may soon get his big reward.
posted by Happy In Bag @ 8:58 AM
2 Comments:
At 7:34 PM,
Xavier Onassis said…
The old bridge on Hwy 13 over the Missouri river to Lexington was MUCH WORSE. It has since been replaced and destroyed.
Exposed rebar, crumbling concrete, narrower than Dubya's World View...it was some scary shit.
Good riddance!
At 12:28 PM,
Happy In Bag said…
I was wandering around the aread north of Worlds of Fun yesterday. It too is loaded with ridiculously dangerous driving conditions. Fun, but scary.
Post a Comment
<< Home