Another reason why I love this 'lawless' country. I just don't have it in me to obey a no lane splitting rule in town, despite being slow, doddery and almost 103 years old.
Yesterday I took a ride and got thoroughly bogged down in deep sand where I wasn't supposed to be. After nearly killing myself straining and heaving to get the bike out and turned around, then nearly wrenching off my arms holding it through several near washouts getting back to the tar, I hit the home going traffic jam.
In a thoroughly black evil mood at my pathetic lack of sand skills, I thought, "No way I'm sitting behind these bloody bozos". So I took no prisoners and zapped 'em all.

Reckless. Irresponsible. Danger to myself and others.

But I arrived home in a totally elated frame of mind having stuck it to the bastards. Sometimes lane splitting can gain you more than just places in the traffic queue.
