On the bridge tonight.

Traffic slowed to a near stop. We crawled past a couple on a motorcycle, stopped. Then, two guys on their feet, helmets on, one of them limping badly, holding his knee, and propping himself up on the guardwall. I got the impression he was going to throw up. Don’t know why. Then, a bike without rider, on its stand, lights on. Then, a bike without rider, on its side, lights on.