According to National Highways, the repair work was urgent—something about a “sinkhole” or “collapsed drainage.” Translation: the road decided to take a little nap. They dug it up, fixed it, and now it’s smoother than a politician’s promise. I half-expect them to lay down red carpet and a brass band.
And here’s a surprising fact: that stretch of motorway carries over 120,000 vehicles per day. That’s more traffic than the entire population of Oxford. Imagine every single Oxford resident driving a car, at the same time, all honking because you’re doing 68 mph in the middle lane. Now that’s chaos unleashed.
The Horrors of the Diversion
During the closure, drivers were forced onto the A5 and local rat-runs. I saw a Twitter post from a man who claimed his commute went from 25 minutes to two hours. He also said he’d now solved a Rubik’s Cube, learned basic Mandarin, and considered becoming a monk. All true, reportedly.
Let’s not forget the lorry drivers. Those brave souls, navigating country lanes meant for Mr. Bean’s Mini, were suddenly squeezing 40-tonne trucks past hedgerows and angry farmers. One trucker’s dashcam video of a “very tight turn” near a pub went viral. The pub’s name? The Diversion Inn. I swear I’m not making this up.
