You're so lucky, Jim. Some of the roads we ride on here in Ireland are about as wide as that hard shoulder -- and that's for two-way traffic. And if we could have a consistent hard shoulder the width of yours on the bridge, Jags and I would start looking around for St Peter, thinking we'd gone to heaven. Instead, our hard shoulders appear and disappear without rhyme or reason, sometimes several times in the same mile. Sharing the road takes on a new, urgent, meaning!