Bay Bridge: Last Day for the Most Unloved of all Spans
This had less to do with the joys of ferrying a freeloader and his bike and more about the chance to cross the eastern span of the Bay Bridge one final time. For the first and last time, a ride across the Bay Bridge was an end in and of itself.
It was a move many drivers unencumbered by surplus passengers and bike grease seemed to be enjoying at that late hour, if enjoying is the right word. No one ever particularly enjoyed their trip over the eastern span of the Bay Bridge, which will close forever tonight at 8 p.m.
This overworked, underloved stretch had the misfortune of being a homely -- yet functional -- work of capital infrastructure in a region littered with glamorous ones. A lifetime of traversing it, however, has led to a Stockholm Syndrome-like sympathy with the structurally unsound bridge as it gives way to its structurally dubious, yet serenely beautiful, successor.
The eastern span was rarely appreciated. But it will be remembered. This bridge had stories to tell, if you knew how to listen.
See Also: Running For Your Life on the Bay Bridge During the 1989 Earthquake
The first thing you'd have to do was turn off the radio. Stop talking. Pay attention. You'll hear it. You'll feel it. Here it comes. Are you ready? Bump, bump.
That's it. Kinda underwhelming.
But, for those who lived through the Loma Prieta quake, this triggered an outsize reaction. Just before the trestle-like portion of the eastern span at the peak of the roadway's ascent, those two giveaway bumps revealed the 55-foot section of the bridge grafted back into place after the 1989 partial collapse.
Well, only 24 years later, eons late, billions over budget, and following myriad structural failures brought about by the span's 50-year out-of-date design, a remedy has been delivered.
The aforementioned new span is jaw-droppingly beautiful, meeting the aesthetic demands of area residents and ribbon-cutting leaders. Its structural soundness, however, is extraordinarily questionable.
Even stories about motorcyclists speeding the wrong direction and mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters running for their lives gain a touch of nostalgia over the years.
But they're ever so much nicer left in the past.