
Here's another onr for your collection of "The 10 bridges you MUST drive over in a truck before you die" and what better way to do it than in this smart 12x4 Mack Pinnacle mixer with a traling axle. Not sure whether it's crossing the bridge or carrying the concrete to finish it. But that water looks incredibly unruffled...which makes me think it's possibly a computer generated......picture. What do you think. or is this a real bridge? If so, where is it?

that,s about as real as a 50 pence note!
I remember a time when bridges were things of the future. Back then what all road makers used to do was build roads down one side then up the other and be damned if you had a twin-splitter with no prior training. None of that engineering twaddle…
Back in those days, as a junior assistant to the photographer’s assistant, I got summoned to sit on the old A6, top of Shap, waiting for a truck to fall off the side. Days, weeks, months, years I waited. The missus went through a painful divorce in my absence and I missed out on me kids growing up to become adults.
But I were dedicated to me job, me art, people never understood. It wasn’t about opportunity, it was about making opportunity. I went to Shap a young man and returned…an old man.
Did a truck fall off the side, you ask? Yes it did, in 1983, but I were asleep at a Travelodge near the M55 when it happened. It were the cheapest and nearest in them days.
Although I missed it I redoubled me efforts and vowed never to move from me spot, where the two lanes were introduced just before the summit, until it happened again.
I used to get food packages from passing motorists, well, mostly empty wrappers, well, mainly empty wrappers, actually only empty wrappers, plus a yellowy liquid in different sized bottles, but it were enough to survive on I can tell you.
When I turned 65 I got a phone call from the magazine relieving me of me duties. I was replaced by a sensor-operated camera that is activated when something hits the barrier. It gets checked twice a year, which was more than I got.
In the best part of 50 years I never took one picture. Bloody drivers and their steering wheels, driving on the road and not going over the side of Shap to an instant death, giving me a classic “moment frozen in time” picture I could’ve sold as a postcard in the Shap Post Office…could have retired on that , a millionaire…
Still shouldn’t complain, eh, nurse?
That photographer must have been a right sod to work for. You were lucky to survive with your mind intact.
Now what exactly is a that trailing axle on the concrete truck ?