Whether it's found in "Easy Rider" or a Harley commercial, the motorcycle (and of course, a fast, nimble, responsive motorcycle more than most, to most of
us) is one of the primary modern symbols of freedom and independence. When I'm able to bypass a big ugly California traffic jam just like Super Mario jumping over some huge obstacle, I feel like I'm One with Marlon Brando, Peter Fonda, the Marlboro Man and hell, Pecos Bill, riding a tornado. Freedom! Not part of
your world, your traffic jam, your problems. I may not be thinking it at the time, but when I think
about it, those are the images I get. And I LOVE it.
So yes, I split lanes whenever I feel like I'm being held back by all those boring, cage-dwelling, safe and un-adventuresome
sheep waiting patiently in line for their turn to move a few more feet. Not for me! It's the open road, the bold journey, the different and more exciting path. All of the reasons I ride, amplified. (I have a very exciting internal monologue going on most of the time, you see.)
Safely, of course; never shooting through 45 or 50 mile-an-hour traffic at 75 or 80 like some do. But one-at-a-time (which is really four or five at a time in multi-lane settings), leaving behind all those poor traffic-bound suckers as I make my own road, stringing together one brief passing opportunity after another. Best damn part about living in California!