Strolling through post-snow storm downtown Montreal early last evening I came upon one of my favourite things. Like a child, I am amazed by construction cranes. The erection of them, the actually precision use of the crane, and ultimately the take-down; all fascinate me.
Perhaps it is my fear of heights, but I can’t begin to imagine spending a working day thirty or forty floors up on a crane. Once my height aversion calmed I’m sure my claustrophobia would kick in.
So there I was last night on a main downtown artery, closed for the operation, watching an army of workers preparing a segment of the crane while it lay on the ground. Once it was ready, it would be hoisted up to its position and fixed in place.
But how to get it all that way up?
Well, Bob Dylan pointed out that it takes a lot to laugh, but it takes a train to cry. Let me add that it takes a crane to make a crane. Yep, the only way to get the top portion of a construction crane to its destination is to use another crane. It makes sense really.
But then how did they build the very first crane?
The crane building crane is a portable one mounted on a large flatbed truck. Have crane, will travel. I think I may have missed my calling in life; just as long as I don’t have to go up!