At one point, I saw a guy get out of his car to stretch his legs. On the motorway. He was reading a newspaper on his bonnet. That’s not a traffic jam; that’s a social event.
M25 traffic updates as emergency services attend multi-vehicle crash
Someone else was flying a drone. Really? If you have time to drone, you have time to merge properly. The queue stretched from Junction 10 to the edge of my sanity. It was bad.
What Was The Cause? (Don’t Laugh)
Officially? “An incident involving a broken-down vehicle.” That’s highway code for “a single car with a flat tyre ruined 200,000 people’s Thursday.” Incredible power, isn’t it? One little Citroën and the whole of South-East England grinds to a halt.
There were also whispers of “overhead gantry signs showing a 40mph limit for no reason.” Ah, the phantom speed limit. It’s like the motorway is gaslighting us. “Slow down for… um… reasons? Good luck!”
