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 [1,500 ft; 460 m] 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 … Towards 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.
-Leonard Coatsworth, the last person to drive on the bridge and the owner of the car featured in the video.
There was a dog in the car when the bridge collapsed.