Originally posted by: Edso
Oh, I understood that, but thanks for the response.
I was in my car, in a massive, unmoving line to get into the parking lot at Candlestick. I felt a gentle swaying that I didn't associate with an earthquake at all; I thought one of the many people walking past had leaned on my car or something. What more got my attention was the 'What the..." from the radio announcer, followed by an abrupt cutoff and static.
We all sat there for three solid hours until some cops came and guided us back out. I shrugged and headed north to the City and Marin, where I had been staying with a friend. But the collapse of the SF-Oakland Bay Bridge AND of the elevated highway just east of downtown (50+ people were killed) meant that the Golden Gate Bridge was essentially the only way out of town. I got home at five in the morning.
I later reflected that I had been cussing myself out for leaving Marin too late and not getting to the ballpark in time (the quake hit just before the game was to begin). But if I had been delayed about 20 minutes longer, I would have been atop that elevated freeway. Better late than never!!!