Peeing by the side of the road, part 2

Lisa wrote a post about her false memory of peeing by the road. Well, here's my story:

Several years ago, my brother was getting married. Whish is funny since he and his girl had already been living together for 15 years, but had gone religion on us, and was a-feared of going to hell, I guess. Anyhoo, it's Friday afternoon, and we're heading into Atlanta. We're on 285 heading over to 85, it's a Huge ass bridge with a sweeping curve, bumper to bumper, naturally. Pete, who was 3 at the time, was a flower girl and needed to be there to practice. She pipes up, "I gotta potty"
"you'll need to wait"

a few minutes later, and a bout 10 feet have been traveled

"I gotta pee pee"

After several minutes, she's crying, but we're not moving. I get her out of her car seat, pull her pants down, and tell her to pee on the seat. No way.

I end up pulling over about a third of the way up that fucking bridge, getting her out, standing between the car and the railing and letting it trickle down hill. I was worried about getting a ticket, but more distressed that she was so uncomfortable. Coupled with the fact that I crapping hate, hate , hate driving in heavy traffic, and you have one nervous mommy.
We got to the rehearsal just fine, but renamed that infernal bridge: The PeePee Bridge.

Update- here it is folks, the famous bridge, and roughly the same spot.