Across 60 miles of upstate New York a flatbed clipped more than a dozen overpasses in one afternoon, and the bridge strikes left every span open to traffic while the driver apparently felt nothing at all

On the outer edge of a concrete beam over an upstate highway there is a fresh scar. Pale aggregate shows through where the weathered face used to be, and a smear of machine paint sits at the leading edge of it. Under it, traffic is running normally. No detour, no closure, one orange cone on the shoulder. ... Read more