In 1968 the world’s largest antique went to America. But how do you transport a 130-year-old bridge 3,000 miles? And why did Robert P. McCulloch, a multimillionaire oil baron and chainsaw-manufacturing king, buy it? Why did he ship it to a waterless patch of the Arizonan desert? Did he even get the right bridge? To answer these questions, it’s necessary to meet a peculiar cast. Fleet Street shysters * Revolutionary Radicals * Frock-coated industrialists * Disneyland designers * Thames dockers * Guinness Book of Records officials * The odd Lord Mayor * Bridge-building priests * Gun-toting U.S. sheriffs * An Apache Indian or two And a fraudster whose greatest trick was to convince the world he ever existed Roll up, then, for the story of one of the strangest events in Anglo-American relations. Curious, clever and sharp, this is history to delight in.