The yellow paint of the old, 1920s-era bascule bridge popped against the stormy skies of the Sacramento River Delta. As I turned left onto the two-lane span, a woman preparing to make a right onto the levee highway saw me, spooked herself, and momentarily stood on her brakes. She was in no danger of hitting […]
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Year of the Goose, Part 3: The Graceless Art of Crashing in the Rain
