David Grimm remembers the day on the Howard Frankland when pelican excrement splattered across his windshield and leaked through the sunroof. Sam Ronen spent seven hours tucked along the bridge’s shoulder one night, waiting for a tow truck after his tire blew.
Alayne Unterberger dwells on the crash that, according to news reports, ended with a white SUV flipping into the bay below. She swears she caught a glimpse of it from far behind, or at least she saw the skid marks that lingered for days.
Many daily Howard Frankland commuters have stories, ranging from amusing to exhausting to traumatizing…