When I was about 12, a couple of the guys and I had the bright idea to try to ride our bikes to South Portland. We thought it would be fun to cross over the then Million Dollar Bridge. We had no real idea what that meant. We had driven in our parents' cars over it. No problem. We didn't plan on a couple of factors. One was the wind. There was quite a breeze blowing going over it. Oh yeah, and back then there was no bike path, so you had travel right along with the cars and trucks whizzing by you. Another aspect that we didn't plan on was that it was a drawbridge, and the middle had the iron grid-work that made for tricky maneuvering. If you got caught in it, it could dump you easily to the pavement in the middle of traffic. Next up? Bloody knees. Luckily, we escaped unscathed. My youth was a daring time. Happy Mother's Day, Elenka!