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Make a flying noise and hope it will get you across
Three construction workers stand in mute amazement as they watch a grown adventurer in full adventuring robes on a formerly jet propelled tricycle going 60 miles per hour go off the edge of their half-built bridge.
One of them is keen-eared enough to notice you're making a "ptwooooooooooo" noise with your mouth.
The angles are all wrong. You're actually lucky the turbo quit, because it would have pancaked you into the unfinished concrete edge of the far side of the bridge. Instead you fall further down, landing in a relatively soft but extremely pointy pile of gravel.
"Call an ambulance," says the construction foreman once he gets a look at your battered form. He thinks for a moment, then shouts after the man running to the phone, "But not for me!"
This isn't good. If emergency services get called they're going to start asking questions, and pretty soon you'll end up in the mental place again. As soon as the foreman is distracted you stagger upright and make a break for the treeline.