The Tacoma Narrows bridge was originally designed by an engineer named Clark Eldridge, with some later revisions implemented by Leon Moisseiff,
As crowds gathered on either end to watch the structure thrash about, a college student named Winfield Brown paid the 10-cent pedestrian toll and ventured onto the bridge on foot:
“After walking to the tower on the other side and
back, I decided to cross again. It was swaying quite a bit. About the
time I got to the center, the wind seemed to start blowing harder, all
of a sudden. I was thrown flat. A car came up about that time. The
driver got out, walking and crawling on the other side. We didn’t have
time for any conversation.”
“Time after time I was thrown completely over the railing. When I
tried to get up, I was knocked flat again. Chunks of concrete were
breaking up and rolling around. The knees were torn out of my pants, and
my knees were cut and torn. I don’t know how long it took to get back.
It seemed like a lifetime. During the worst parts, the bridge turned so
far that I could see the Coast Guard boat in the water beneath.”
“As soon as I got off the bridge, I became sick. So, I went to the home of a cousin and laid down for a while. I’ve been on plenty of roller coasters, but the worst was nothing compared to this.”
Another man, a newsman named Leonard Coatsworth, became stranded on the bridge while driving across it: “As soon as I got off the bridge, I became sick. So, I went to the home of a cousin and laid down for a while. I’ve been on plenty of roller coasters, but the worst was nothing compared to this.”
“I drove on the bridge and started across. In the
car with me was my daughter’s cocker spaniel, Tubby. The car was loaded
with equipment from my beach home at Arletta. Just as I drove past the
towers, the bridge began to sway violently from side to side. Before I
realized it, the tilt became so violent that I lost control of the car. .
. . I jammed on the brakes and got out, only to be thrown onto my face
against the curb.”
“Around me I could hear concrete cracking. I started back to the car
to get the dog, but was thrown before I could reach it. The car itself
began to slide from side to side on the roadway. I decided the bridge
was breaking up and my only hope was to get back to shore. On hands and
knees most of the time, I crawled 500 yards or more to the towers . . .
. My breath was coming in gasps; my knees were raw and bleeding, my
hands bruised and swollen from gripping the concrete curb . . . . Toward
the last, I risked rising to my feet and running a few yards at a time .
. . . Safely back at the toll plaza, I saw the bridge in its final
collapse and saw my car plunge into the Narrows.”
Unable to withstand the increasingly brutal torsional
twisting, a number of Galloping Gertie’s suspender cables snapped,
shifting the weight of the deck onto the remaining cables. Under the
increased load and enormous strain, the cables broke one by one until
there were too few to support the massive roadbed. After weathering
over an hour of the punishment, a huge portion of Gertie’s
steel-and-concrete center deck broke off and fell 195 feet, plunging
into the Tacoma Narrows with a terrific crash. A column of dust rose
into the sky, and sparks crackled from broken powerlines. Clark
Eldridge, the bridge’s original designer, was present to witness the
destruction:
“I was in my office about a mile away, when word
came that the bridge was in trouble. At about 10 o’clock Mr. Walter
Miles called from his office to come and look at the bridge, that it was
about to go. The center span was swaying wildly, it being possible
first to see the entire bottom side as it swung into a semi-vertical
position and then the entire roadway.
“I observed that all traffic had been stopped and that several people
were coming off the bridge from the easterly side span. I walked to
tower No. 5 and out onto the main span to about the quarter point
observing conditions. The main span was rolling wildly. The deck was
tipping from the horizontal to an angle approaching forty-five degrees.
The entire main span appeared to be twisting about a neutral point at
the center of the span in somewhat the manner of a corkscrew.”
“At tower No. 5, I met Professor Farquharson, who had his camera set up and was taking pictures. We remained there a few minutes and then decided to return to the east anchorage warning people who were approaching to get off of the span. At that time, it appeared that should the wind die down, the span would perhaps come to rest and I resolved that we would immediately proceed to install a system of cables from the piers to the roadway levelin the main span to prevent any recurrence….”
“I was then informed that a panel of laterals in the center of the span had dropped out and a section of concrete slab had fallen. I immediately went to the south side of the view plaza. The bridge was still rolling badly. I returned to the toll plaza and from there observed the first section of steel fall out of the center. From then on successive sections towards each tower rapidly fell out.”
Though no human life was lost when Gertie fell, Tubby the cocker spaniel did not survive. “At tower No. 5, I met Professor Farquharson, who had his camera set up and was taking pictures. We remained there a few minutes and then decided to return to the east anchorage warning people who were approaching to get off of the span. At that time, it appeared that should the wind die down, the span would perhaps come to rest and I resolved that we would immediately proceed to install a system of cables from the piers to the roadway levelin the main span to prevent any recurrence….”
“I was then informed that a panel of laterals in the center of the span had dropped out and a section of concrete slab had fallen. I immediately went to the south side of the view plaza. The bridge was still rolling badly. I returned to the toll plaza and from there observed the first section of steel fall out of the center. From then on successive sections towards each tower rapidly fell out.”
Much of the catastrophic collapse was caught on motion picture film thanks to Barney Elliott, the owner of a local camera shop. Examination of the film, the bridge’s remains, and tests with scale models determined that resonance was responsible for Gertie’s demise. Due to the design decision to replace the lattice supports with “I” beams, the wind was unable to pass under the structure as readily as it it passed over it, causing a difference in pressure much like an airplane wing. Once there was sufficient sway to tilt the deck slightly, aerodynamics caused the roadbed to twist to the point that it sprang back, causing a repeating cycle of back-and-forth twisting. During this process, the steadily blowing wind added more and more energy to the vibrations.
The public was shocked that the beautiful state-of-the-art bridge– designed by one of the most respected bridge engineers in the world– could fail so spectacularly. The six million dollar structure had been approved by federal and state experts, and suspension bridges were not a new technology. Ultimately the bridge was not built from substandard materials, nor was it under-engineered; its designers merely overlooked the physical phenomenon of resonance. Though the suspension bridge had been designed to sway and to withstand some longitudinal waves, it had not been built to withstand the torsional punishment. Today, Galloping Gertie’s spectacular self-destruction stands as a cautionary tale, retold to countless students of civil and structural engineering. The State of Washington collected on Gertie’s insurance– except for a small portion which had been unpaid due to fraud– and went on to build a replacement bridge ten years later. The harsh lesson of Galloping Gertie was not lost on the new designers, and the new span was built with resonance in mind. Its new design introduced openings for air to pass through, and scale models were thoroughly tested in a wind tunnel. “Sturdy Gertie” has stood since 1950, and will soon be joined by a sister bridge to accommodate increased traffic.
Much of the original Gertie’s wreckage still resides on the floor of the Tacoma Narrows today, forming one of the world’s largest artificial reefs. Though some of the steel was pilfered and reused for the war effort in the years following the collapse, what’s left of her remains are now protected as a historical site.