I have a fear of high bridges and spans and even not so high ones.
I have bad dreams about going over a HUGE bridge that is like a hump with no guardrails. I know, I need help! lol
I got afraid of heights more as I got older. I don’t know why.
There is a long span of bridge over rivers crossing the southern TN border into AL on I-65. It’s safe but I drove over once in the dark and it was raining and I was, I should say, cautious.
my mother developed a fear of heights when she got older,too.
Never been on the Sunshine Skyway, but recently drove from Buffalo to Toronto and there were three bridges that were the highest, steepest, and longest ones I believe I’ve ever been on, and not to mention pretty narrow. I was fine, but for those who have a fear of bridges, these would have absolutely freaked those people out.
Up here in Michigan the Mackinaw Bridge Authority will drive you and your car over the Bridge to or from the Upper Pennisula if you are too scared to drive over the bridge yourself. The bridge is 5 miles long from causeway to causeway. I believe two cars have gone off the bridge in its history.
Sometimes the winds are too high at the Straits, and they close the bridge to traffic.
It is “cool” drive to those who have experienced it.
Bingo. I have two experiences, about four decades apart, that lead me to believe that this has happened to me too. Oddly, both of them involve tall buildings in Chicago.
Back around 1970, a former college buddy who worked at the John Hancock Center had access to the roof as part of his job. Along with other mutual friends, we went up on the roof, approximately 1000 feet above the street. Hanging onto the window washer railing with one arm, I leaned over the edge to take a photo straight down the front of the building to North Michigan Avenue.
A couple of years ago, I was back in the city on a visit and went up to the observation floor of the Sears (oops--Willis!) Tower, where I had been several times before. This time,however, they had The Ledge: A couple of glass boxes portruding out from the building. So you could walk (or crawl!) into the box and be, seemingly, in thin air twelve hundred feet above Wacker Drive.
Try as I might, I couldn't get myself to walk out onto The Ledge.