My least favorite rickety bridge is the George Washington Bridge across the Hudson into New York. The first time I drove to NYC (yeah, I'm crazy -- driving to NY, what a loon!) I was crossing the GW into Brooklyn. There were cars behind me, cars in front of me and cars on either side and we were all doing about 70 mph. Suddenly, up ahead I see a single orange cone (yes, this violates Paul's parameters). With seconds to spare I manage to squeeze into the left lane and as we pass the cone, we see that it is marking a hole in the bridge deck approximately 9 feet wide and 20 feet long. A hundred some odd feet below is the Hudson. I marvel at the frugality of a single orange cone and my heart still skips a beat when I think about how close I came to buying the farm.

It goes both ways.

Wikipedia: George Washington Bridge

I remember being a bit nervous when driving across this Thunder Bay bridge. (static.panoramio.com -- not my photo).

It's on the south side of town. I remember there being a lot of traffic, and trains around, and having to weave across the tracks ... not sure about ruts, though.

The International Falls-Fort Frances bridge also makes me nervous. Not because it's rickety, but because of the train tracks, and the weird turns, and the congestion ... and customs and a toll on top of all that.

I agree with Ramos.  

I miss the old Oliver bridge and the old arrowhead bridge, too.  I have only faint faint memories of crossing it as a kid before it was removed for bigger and better things.  There was a toll on it if I remember right.  Less faint are the memories of going down by arrowhead to watch the disorganized street races in the late 80s and maybe slightly into the early 90s.  There was a perfect abandoned road for just that thing when the bridge was gone.  I have no idea where kids race these days, maybe they don't do it at all.

I was really sad when the Oliver bridge was "upgraded" a few years ago.  Growing up in Gary and fishing off "the tracks" with dad was always a highlight of summer weekends.  Sometimes he would even give in to my, ahem, 'requests' to cross that rickety old bridge.  Granted, it was usually to get smokes or vodka, but still...

When I go out my back porch I walk on the boards that I salvaged from the Arrowhead Bridge.  I had the contract to take out the center lift spans, wonderful bridge. still solid from when I took them off back in '82 or '83