Oh, and as we discuss bridges, and phobias about them, particularly @Ghost of LL's fear, I will re-share one of my best memories ever.
We were traveling through SETX, I was driving. Being quite wet/marshy country, there are plenty of bridges we had to go over. GOLL shared his loathing of bridges. Well, our route one day took us over this bad boy:
I warned him, but did so with a cackle of glee. Should be an ordinary crossing, right? Nope. They were doing construction, so it was shut down to one lane. And what happened RIGHT as we got to the top - I mean literally, maybe 2 car lengths from the fulcrum where it started descending the other way? The shitty old pickup truck in front of us died. Comes to a dead stop. As do we. A dead stop at the very top of the Rainbow Bridge. You can feel it swaying underneath us. GOLL was about to claw his way out of the car and run back down when the construction crew sees what's up, comes over, and pushes the broken down truck over the crest, so it can coast down the other side. We let it do so, then we go and finally get off the bridge.
GOLL made me drive back by a different route, IIRC.
Was I laughing much more than a decent person should? Yes. Yes I was. I am a terrible human.