by Carol McClain
I live in Sellwood and I drive across the Sellwood bridge every day.
I barely even think about how unsafe it is as I commute to work and back home.
I ignore that it rated a two on a scale of 100 for safety.
That the west side approach is built on a slide.
That some of the parts used to built it were recycled.
From the Burnside bridge.
Built in the late 1800's.
I put these facts out of my mind because I have an escape plan.
I dreamed it up one night when I should have been sleeping.
Of course I'm assuming I'll survive the collapse, and the impact when my old Toyota hits the Willamette.
Oh, and then there's the airbag. See, I'm short and I have to make sure I'm far enough away from the steering wheel that the airbag doesn't crush my chest.
So if I survive all that and I hit the water, I figure I'll be in good shape because I have manual windows.
I'll rapidly roll crank down my window and swim out.
Then I'll go get some antibiotics due to the nastiness of the river.
I mean, hey, if I go, I go.
How many people do you know that have died from a bridge collapse?