The Only Way Across
Despite my fear of falling great distances to a painful death amidst crumpled steel and shattered concrete, my job requires me to drive a large school bus across a 76-year-old death trap 4 times a day. The picture you see (hopefully) was taken from inside my bus at the very point where the bridge is the weakest (and most likely to kill me). But because I need extra money to take care of my family, and because I want to keep my job, the route I drive requires me to put my faith in this bridge. There is no other option.