So raise a coffee cup—or a can of energy drink, no judgment—to the M1 southbound. You were missed. You are back. And your tarmac looks pristine, like a new pair of sneakers you’re afraid to scuff. Scuff them anyway. Drive fast. Drive safe.
And remember: the next time you’re stuck in roadworks, just think of this moment. This glorious, unclogged, cat’s-eye-studded moment. It won’t last forever. But for now, the M1 is open, and all is right in the world. Even if Luton remains Luton.
