The Design of Bridges by Christine Taylor

I’m driving on a narrow winding bridge impossibly suspended over the ocean. The car is too wide for the lane, the door scrapes the concrete crash barrier when I move to make room for oncoming traffic. Sparks fly. Soon it’s just me on the road, tumbling uphill. It’s like being strapped in a roller coaster, the slow creep to the top. . . and then the fall. Bridges are built to allow safe passage over obstacles, but I don’t trust them, the loose traction on metal drawbridges after summer rain, the low guard rails.