Galloping Gertie-Personal Narrative

Startled by the sound of my canine, Charlie barking, my spoon plunged onto the table with a recognisable metallic clang as it tumbled across the table knocking what was left of my now soggy cornflakes all over the table. “Be quiet!” I shouted as he was likely to be barking at somebody walking down the street, but the barking continued. Slightly annoyed now, I went into the front room to see what he was barking at, when I heard a ‘rap-a tap-tap’ at the door which was followed by Carlie’s immediate reply. “Get back!” I told Charlie as I went to open the door. As soon as I opened the door even slightly ajar I knew it was my best friend Jesse.
“What are you doing here?” I enquired slightly quizzically. While also thinking what is he here to get us into this time. Whenever I go out with Jesse we seem to get into some crazy adventure of his, last time we even got lost.
Galloping Gertie, as many people in the area call it, is a bridge unlike many others. This bridge is not straight at all; and bounces and twists in the wind almost like a bucking bull which it had now been doing for weeks. There had been attempts to use tie-down cables and cable stays to try to stop the movement but to no avail. I took some time to think about Jesse’s proposal but of course I said yes as I had never been down there before and was intrigued to find out what it is