Highway crosser

Usage examples of overpass.

On the Northolt overpass he moved along at well above the speed limit, casually overtaking a cruising police car on the wrong side.

We left the overpass and moved down a concrete road through west Northolt, a residential suburb of the airport.

This marriage of sex and technology reached its climax as the traffic divided at the airport overpass and we began to move forwards in the northbound lane.

As I propelled the car at fifty miles an hour along the open deck of the overpass Vaughan arched his back and lifted the young woman into the full glare of the headlamps behind us.

The concrete walls of the overpass were drained and grey, like the entrance to a hypogeum.

But as I turned, the sunlight against the concrete walls of the overpass formed a cube of intense light, almost as if the stony surface had become incandescent.

I was briefly aware of a heavy black vehicle accelerating towards me from the shadow of the overpass where Vaughan and I had lain together.

I drove past the scarred concrete abutment towards the dark cavern of the overpass, where Vaughan and I had embraced each other among the concrete pillars, listening to the traffic drumming overhead.

Catherine gazed up at the cathedral-like vaults of the overpass, like a succession of empty submarine pens.

Day by day Vaughan followed Catherine around the expressways and airport perimeter roads, sometimes waiting for her in the damp cul-de-sac adjacent to our drive, at other times appearing like a spectre in the high-speed lane of the overpass, his battered car tilted over on its near-side springs.

I dart behind one of the enormous concrete pillars that hold the highway overpass in place.

Heading deeper into the overpass, I rush from my pillar to one directly ahead.

People kept appearing from behind a high rampart and trudging across the overpass, shoulders dusted with snow, hundreds of people moving with a kind of fated determination.

We moved slowly beneath the overpass, hearing a flurry of automobile horns and the imploring wail of an ambulance stuck in traffic.

But it was also spectacular, part of the grandness of a sweeping event, like the vivid scene in the switching yard or the people trudging across the snowy overpass with children, food, belongings, a tragic army of the dispossessed.