My week in Tennessee put a bit of a damper on my training schedule. To make up for it, when I got back to Connecticut on Friday and wrapped up a few loose ends with work, I headed out on a little Ride After Work. It was 56 degrees so figured warm enough for shorts but I would definitely need something on my arms.
I headed down to the Steel Bridge in Sandy Hook thinking that if it was still closed then I would do some ride through Newtown but if it was open I would ride through Southbury and Woodbury. As I was sprinting along the flat part of Walnut Tree Hill I caught a glimpse of the bridge and saw a car driving across it. It reminded me of that scene in "A Bridge too Far" when the Germans couldn't blow up the bridge and the American Sherman Tanks started rolling across.