I can handle bumper-to-bumper traffic. It's when a truck blows past me at 65 MPH that I just about lose my bladder. I can't stand that thing.
Don't blame you. It's been a long time for me but I remember crossing on it going back to my grammar school years and through my 20s. I can't imagine that pile of rusted bolts has improved with age.
Mr. Long said that he was so scared that he had to put a paper bag over his head to block his view.
Disclaimer: My grandfather loves telling tall tales.
:-)