Originally Posted by
Roadtrip635
Back in college some of us would "Ride the Bridge". The school was in Galveston and there was a drawbridge that connected Galveston to Pelican Island where the school was. I only did it once, but went with a couple friends that had done it a couple times before. We went out at night climbed the steel beams under the bridge and climbed out to where the drawbridge part is, the part that goes up when it opens. We find some beams where you can kinda snug yourself between and kinda lying down almost flat and have a firm place to set your feet. Once you're in place you wait for a boat to come. Not sure how long we waited, maybe 45 minutes or so and then the siren goes off. I dang near shat myself when it went off, the siren keeps going off and then the machinery starts turning. It felt like the end of the world, the noise and vibration were insane, I was screaming but couldn't even hear myself. When it actually started to move, I said prayers and made promises let me get out of this alive, I had a death grip on that beam. We only went about a third of the way out, but we were plenty high off the water, I thought I was going to lose my grip when it stopped and was fully opened. When it's fully opened you're just about standing straight up and down, I opened my eyes a little and tried to look around but honestly I was afraid to move. The bridge is only open a few minutes, but it seemed like hours. Then the whole thing starts all over again when it starts to close. By the time it was all over the alcohol had worn off, the bravery was gone and I was shaking, took us forever to climb out and off the bridge. My buddies tried telling me it gets easier the next time you do it and when you get to the top you'll look around more. I told them there wasn't gonna be a next time.