The Francis Scott Key Bridge in Baltimore, MD, has collapsed after apparently being struck by a ship.
No time...ship was adrift and struck one of the two main support columns. Bridge collapsed within a couple of seconds. The ship basically powdered the column. Absolutely a miracle that it happened late at night. Would think it will be months (if not more) to replace given the destruction of one main column and obvious structural issues with the other column.Curious on the timeline of how quickly it collapsed after impact from the ship. I'm a little shocked they let traffic continue over it, so it must have all happened pretty quickly.
Thanks for the context, skimmed a couple websites and couldn't really find any on how quickly it occurred and was tough to tell from the video.No time...ship was adrift and struck one of the two main support columns. Bridge collapsed within a couple of seconds. The ship basically powdered the column. Absolutely a miracle that it happened late at night. Would think it will be months (if not more) to replace given the destruction of one main column and obvious structural issues with the other column.
Curious on the timeline of how quickly it collapsed after impact from the ship. I'm a little shocked they let traffic continue over it, so it must have all happened pretty quickly.
Edit: not familiar with the East Coast so Googled the location. That looks to be a fairly major artery for the city being the southern most road to cross the river. Rebuilding a 1.4 mile bridge is going to take a while.
It's the randomness/terrible luck of being on that bridge at that exact time that makes it terrifying.Been across that bridge before. Just that feeing of helplessness for those that were on it when it collapsed.
The mile long bridge makes me tense up every time. Really narrow with zero shoulder, relatively high speeds, short guardrail and gusty crosswinds.My biggest fear is dying in the water. This just compounds my fears. Being on a bridge, ship hits pillar, bridge collapses, and you crash into the body of water below and probably drown. I even think about drowning going over the mile long bridge at Saylorville.
It's the randomness/terrible luck of being on that bridge at that exact time that makes it terrifying.