Hmmm. Let's see.
IF you are riding any two-wheeled vehicle, you will want to STEER CLEAR.
Just, go the long way 'round no matter how far that is or how many minutes it adds to your itinerary.
However, you will probably not read THIS review in time, so ... you will be on your own ... heart in your throat, white-knuckling it all the way across this interminable span of "definitely not tarmac". This bridge will not end.
So, good news, there will be plenty of time to ruminate. You will have time to consider if your affairs are in order. Did I leave my house clean? Clean enough for people to see it, as they inevitably will after my untimely demise? What was the last thing I said to my loved ones, as they might be the last words? One wonders ... How long will it take to hit the water because this bridge is quite high, too high? Why is it so high when the water it traverses is clearly at sea level? Who even decides these things? Was the civil engineer in charge of this project a student intern? It's high enough that I may have time for a final phone call, but just one. Will they fish my motorcycle out of the drink after we both go in? How does that work exactly? Who pays for that? Will my loved ones be hit with both my death and a $10,000 "tow" bill? These are the thoughts you will have ... and there is lots of time for plenty others because ... this. Is. The. Longest. Bridge. In. The. United. States.
Not only can you see right through the "bridge," down to the great expanse of water below, but you can put your arm through the metal ribs that form the skeleton of what we will call a road but is most certainly not.
What that means for motorcyclists is that your wheel will randomly jerk and pull and toss you in various directions, usually into oncoming traffic.
By the way, at a time when you most need a margin, there are no margins on this bridge of death. The lanes are narrow, oddly so. There is no space between opposing lanes of traffic and cars any bigger than a prius are pretty much in your lane even though they should not be. Oncoming traffic is also struggling to keep their vehicles in a straight line. And, there are no shoulders, not a walk way, not an inch of space between you and the outer bounds, so when the end comes it will be a ping-ponging mess back and forth between the pile-up and the metal grates that your body will most certainly be Fisher-Price-play-doughed through. They will need to strain the river below to recover your remains, and it will definitely be a closed casket burial.
You will not enjoy this, and neither will your tires. All of this terror will be accompanied by a soundtrack that can only be compared to the wailing of lost souls.
There is no warning of this impending doom as you innocently approach. If you happen to catch world's smallest road sign that under-statedly says "motorcyclists caution" then reading it will leave your gaze in the wrong place (staring back at the sign you just passed in confusion) as the road instantly launches you into the upper atmosphere at a 45 degree incline (not an exaggeration) and also TURNING at the same time with your entire motorcycle bucking and heaving erratically.
Maybe ... put a sign just a few feet farther up the road? At a point when you could actually make a decision to turn back would be super convenient. Maybe use a bigger sign. Maybe say something like "motorcyclists stop and turn around" with a handily-placed turnaround.
Just a few thoughts if the people in charge of this bridge are out there...
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