just had a random flashback of some American Lifestyle Trauma
I lived in the suburbs of Boston before I moved to the Netherlands. It had gotten vastly more crowded in recent years with absolutely horrifically inadequate urban planning to compensate. I worked in this huge cluster of office buildings, like easily ten thousand employees, that were an isolated island along a busy stroad; down the stroad was an equally isolated mall complex with plenty to eat. But there were no sidewalks whatsoever along the stroad, no busses going back and forth between the offices and the restaurants, nothing.
Which meant that ten thousand people piled into cars at the same to go get lunch down the street. With extremely predictable results.
There was this little local-chain fast food place that I liked, in its own building with its own little parking lot. It was clear from the rather outdated decor that it'd been in business for decades. But it was dying, unvisited on the side of the road. It was dying because there was too much traffic, not because there was too little. Being on that road for a quick little lunch trip was stressful because it was massively over-crowded and constantly jammed. Getting in and out of that tiny parking lot along a hugely busy road was difficult and dangerous. People didn't even consider going there anymore, it was too hard.
I'm pretty sure it'd already closed by the time I left. Killed by the miraculous capability of the American car-and-road system to deliver vast amounts of customers nowhere.

