Carmageddon?

Predicting traffic jams and crowded rail,
the news produced loud warnings of a mess,
and doubtless many listened without fail –
three friends alerted me, inciting stress
in small amounts. I needed to avail
myself of train and bus to home. I guess
my 10 a.m. embarking was astute?
I fell into a frictionless commute.

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