not just waiting for the novelty of going over a new bridge, but to avoid the damn ferry wait times.
I remember as a kid, and the one time as an adult that I've driven over it, that you know you're finally arriving in the right place when you get to the bridge. You're leaving behind all the asshole State Police that sit off in the woods on the sides of the interstate. There is no Interstate in the Upper Penninsula. You're leaving behind big cities, traffic jams, and assholes.
Up in the yoop, people are a hell of a lot friendlier, and when I lived there before graduating high school, even strangers waved hi as they drove by