Before the old cooper river bridges were torn down, I drove over them once. That's right ONCE. And only because Jimmy made me. My fear was so great that I refused to look anywhere but straight ahead, I gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were white and I barely breathed. If I had to go to Mt. Pleasant for any reason, I drove out of my way via the Don Holt bridge. Yeah I don't like that one either, but it was a lot wider than the cooper river bridges.
So this evening, we decided to go for a drive. When we go for drives, who ever is in the passenger seat navigates. Jimmy announced we were going to go over the new bridge. I said, "Before we go, can we go to Walmart and get life jackets for the kids?" I was serious, but he took it as a joke.
So we make our way downtown heading for the bridge. As we started off on the bridge, my heart started racing, my hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and I bit my lip. But I made it! Jimmy checked my pulse after we got into Mt. P. I did look to the side a couple of times, but only for a few terrified moments. It really wasn't as bad as the old bridges. I stayed in one of the middle lanes, of course. LOL I did drive back over it to come home. And even though my heart was still racing, I didn't bite my lip. Still gripped the steering wheel tightly though. LOL
I don't think I want to go over again anytime soon though. That was a long ride over! I am proud of myself though. I didn't have a panic attack like I did in a dream. (Though the old bridges were involved in that nightmare.)