At 10 a.m. on the morning of November 7, 1940, Professor F. Bert Farquharson was one of the few people standing on the world's third longest bridge as it bounced and twisted, and he probably knew better than anyone else how she behaved in a gale. But this. "We knew from the night of the day the bridge opened that something was wrong," he said later. Now something was very wrong and with each wave of steel and concrete, it seemed to be getting wronger.
And somewhere out on the twisting span—you can see it in that dream-like Kodachrome footage—a car was sliding across the deck, with Tubby trapped inside.
