Thursday, August 18, 2011

"The Mighty Mac" a.k.a "Big Mac" a.k.a. "The Mackinac Bridge"

On our way back home from Sturgis, Kelly and I took the northern route. We left South Dakota on a Thursday and passed through Minnesota and Wisconsin, eventually entering into Michigan via the Upper Peninsula on that following sunday. If you travel west along the coast of the U.P. on highway 2 long enough, you'll come upon the sacred spot where Lake Michigan and Lake Huron meet and the two peninsula's nearly touch, a spot known as the "Straits of Mackinac."



I've ridden my motorcycle over many roads and treacherous terrains, but nothing compares to the feeling you get when you look below you and see a straight drop of 200 feet to the waters surface. The steel grates grab your front tire and determine when and where you'll go, leaving little choice to you the rider. Compound that with the crazy strong winds blowing up and around you, and it provides for one hell of a crossing.


Five men died during it's construction between 1954 and 57', and in the last 20 years, two cars have blown up and over the side from high winds and bad luck. It is the world's longest suspension bridge between anchorages, out spanning the Golden Gate and the Oakland Bay Bridge, and i'm proud to say it is in my own back yard. If you live in or near Michigan and you've never crossed this Grand daddy, get on your bike and go. Summer's fading fast...



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