Finally, I can take arched bridges with relative ease. Only took, well, since about 1980. That’s, uh, 35 years or thereabouts. Have yet to try the one to Corpus, however.
Got to do it most days to get up the Highway 183 overpass, north of the rancho, so I’ve had plenty of practice staring at the white lines instead of looking from side to side. Now I can look over the side. Long as I’m not too close, of course.
I still try to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Some phobias never die.
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Finally, a name for what ails me. Not near as bad as when it started, sometime in the early 80s, but still, occasionally, impressive enough even on the Highway 183 overpasses to force me to keep my eyes on the road ahead of the vehicle and not dare to look to either side.
That’s the only way I used to be able to get over the steep bridge from Aransas Pass to the ferry across the Corpus Christi Ship Channel to Port Aransas. The Chesapeake Bay Bridge, on an early 90s visit with Mrs. Charm, put me into a cold sweat. I was shaking the whole, long, four miles of it.
The short, steep bridge from Portland to Corpus Christi? I saw it coming and pulled over to sit and decide whether I could do it. I decided I couldn’t and made a U-turn when the traffic permitted and took the long way around.
Nice to know it’s not a problem unique to me, though its origin is a mystery.
Via Instapundit
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