Here in Florida eyes lane split the 'hanging chad' way. Like when I-95 was stopped due to a semi tracker trailer lounging on it's side. The zumo says 5 miles to the next exit, even as the exit I just rode past is right over my right shoulder. With some thought and looking at another 450 miles, yep, hung a ralph, and heading just like Led Zeplin as 'Out through the in door, er ramp' lol. There was a pickup truck going the same way in reverse at a, I swear, 40 mph. Made it easy. Lane Splitting? In a New York minute.
