GETBASHEDUPBRIDGEDAT
Reaping in at the fifth largest single-span suspension bridge in the world, the mighty Humber, running a massive 1410 meters (4626 feet), stretching across the Humber Estuary. Located North of Barton-upon Humber, and South of Hessle, the giant officially opened on the 17th July 1981, topping out at 155.50 meters (510 feet). Designed and Engineered by Gillbert Roberts and Bill Harvey, the beast is comprised of reinforced concrete (480 000 tonnes) and steel (11 000 tonnes), with enough cable to circle the world twice. Interestingly from the top, the towers sit 36 millimeters farther from each other, and are angled so due to the curvature of the Earth.
My harness hugged my legs tight, sitting high on my waist. My wind-proof hung down over the anchors, barely hiding the Petzl MGO’s trying to escape. To the odd passing cars we looked normal, like a bunch of Hull scutters. Right, no pussyfooting I told myself, and after a quick scout of the road for traffic, we went for it. We ran up the concrete anchors on the south-side and continued up to the large cylindrical wires leading to the top. 20 metres up was the guard door.
Eyeing up the door, we pounced – clambered around like, err, well, muthafuckin’ ninja’s ofcourse (how else?!) – And pegged it like chavs robbin’ the local corner-shop, up and away, beyond the sodium glow of streetlights. Walking above the lights was like flipping a big invisibility switch, stealth mode, whatever you wanna call it. I know harry’s got one, maybe we should jack the fool. During the ascent, we laughed like madmen living life.
We eventually got to the top, the summit, the highest point – sat next to the burning red haze of Aircraft warning lights. Vivo turned to me and high fived, both of us cracking open a tin of Mountain Dew. With gale-force winds pumping a -5°C chill, the slap was painful, and I had other things to worry about. The mere fact we had reached the highest point had left my trousers and boxers in bloody tatters. I had quite literally spooged my nuts so hard that debris and jizz took to the sky, in a hurricane of fury.
Bridge style is immensely strong, when it’s properly used, it’s almost invincible.
