When traffic finally moves, it’s a stampede. Everyone accelerates like they’re in a race. It’s the stupidest thing we do as a species.
You then see the wreckage up close. It’s a twisted metal sculpture. You think, “That could have been me.” And then you speed up again.
The M25 will reopen. It always does. But for a few glorious hours, it was a park. A parking lot park, but a park.
Why This Matters (Just a Little)
This isn’t just traffic. It’s a moment. A shared experience for thousands of people. They are united in frustration and boredom.
It reminds us how fragile our daily commute is. One bump, and the whole system collapses. It’s like a house of cards made of asphalt.
So next time you hear “M25 closed,” don’t just groan. Smile. You’re part of a weird, hilarious club. The club of people who watched the world pause.
