But we live near the Oakland end of the Bay Bridge, whose other end is in San Francisco, and it happened that on the anniversary we walked along it in the rain. The bridge is divided into west and east spans by Yerba Buena Island, which it tunnels through. The eastern span was badly damaged in the 1989 earthquake, and after many delays and overruns, its replacement opened two years ago. It’s the widest bridge segment in the world, with five lanes of traffic in either direction on one level. And on its south edge, an eleventh lane, for cyclists and pedestrians.
Charlie Loyd is a person with a tinyletter, and the most recent delivery of this newsletter is a fantastic read.
I once visited the bay area, and was impressed as rode a rented bicycle across the Golden Gate bridge. However, it was when I peddled over to the Bay Bridge, that I was stopped in my tracks. I was stunned at the scale of it. It was like standing at the base of the CN Tower, trying to imagine that humans could have constructed such an object.
The piece of writing jumps from the Bay Bridge to Hokkaido tunnels, to Polaroid cameras, and it then enters into deeper matters of large human endeavors. Enjoyable read.