It would not live in the shadow of its past.

It would not fade away as just another bridge.

Even if it had been changed, the bridge was not ready to give up.

Perhaps it might never again manage one of the perfect peels that helped earn its nickname, but it would take corners and edges and pieces and bits...

It would put on the best show that it could, whenever it could.

The cameras were still recording. And its fans were still waiting.

It would not live in the shadow of its past.

Not when it could still bite.