My grandfather -- who lived in the Bay Area when the Golden Gate Bridge opened -- would recount the early days of the bridge when, on a windy day, the span woul

My grandfather -- who lived in the Bay Area when the Golden Gate Bridge opened -- would recount the early days of the bridge when, on a windy day, the span would bounce and twist so much that you could (in his words) "lose sight of the car in front of you." I can only imagine how harrowing that windstorm must have been on December 1, 1951 that "threatened the integrity of the Bridge"...