Heh heh. Whatever it was called seeing it ahead was a sight to behold. I think 195 feet in the air and two cigarets long. I stopped on the other side and checked my map to see if there was another way back to DC. Then just went for it. I have never passed out in my life but was concerned there would be a first time.
What are you describing bing?
The Preston memorial bridge east of Annapolis. One of ten of the scariest bridges and I think I have been on most of them.
That bridge seems like an unlikely place to get hit by a train.