Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water, you can’t get to it

The bridge on the American Tobacco Trail across I-40 (about two miles from our house) is now open.
This is very good news. Despite living two miles from the mall, it’s a pain in the butt to drive there—six or seven lights, then a very long access road. And it’s not been walkable or bikeable because hello, I-40. Not a pedestrian friendly intersection.
Now it’s a relatively simple thing to go see a movie or browse Barnes & Noble (particularly when TYG has the car). Not completely simple as it’s at the far end of our range for walking and I don’t know they have any bike racks at the mall (I can’t recall seeing any). But I’m looking forward to just going and playing mallrat sometime soon. Or just doing research on magazine or book markets in B&N.
Title by the way is a quote from the Z-movie Blood Beach in which something living in the sand eats beachgoers. John Saxon as the local sheriff makes the quote, a riff on Jaws II‘s catch-phrase (“Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water …”)