By midnight, I was struggling through downtown Hartford, trying to find the turn for State Highway 2. I'd learn later that this isn't uncommon; one of my superiors, JackBauer, spoke of a similar difficulty after a Mötley Crüe concert. Once I got on the highway, I was caught behind two Connecticut State Police cars, holding traffic at fifteen miles per hour behind a construction vehicle. It wasn't for five or six miles that I reached normal highway speed, and once there, I tested the rumble strip once. I'm glad the roads were pretty empty. The upshot is that once I got home, I fell asleep in no time at all. Not a great example of what the Navy calls "operational risk management," but if you've read the writeup from the show, you know it was worth it.
And...I was surprised to search the Internet that nobody had done this yet.