We was on this old freeway bridge.

Unlike the 1994 Northridge earthquake nineteen and a half months later, no freeway bridges collapsed because of the epicenter's remote location.

Having a lake at the edge of the front yard beat walking across a freeway bridge to get to kindergarten.

Some freeway bridges should have been washed away; but none were.

Sixty-five people died, freeway bridges fell, part of a hospital collapsed and ambulances were immobilized by a falling roof.

Before the bikes had a chance to catch up, he pulled down into the shadows beneath the freeway bridge and killed the engine.

But the state has barely begun a a more extensive program to reinforce concrete columns on freeway bridges by wrapping them in steel blankets.

We walked under the concrete freeway bridge that led to downtown D.C.

More common are the unknowns who disappear, like the homeless boy who sleeps under a freeway bridge and calls a cardboard box his home.

I could hear the bass drum of the country band through the walls, cars moving over the freeway bridge down the block.