In rural New York, lane-splitting is unheard of, largely unnecessary, and illegal. On a trip full of firsts, riding unfamiliar motorcycles inches past Porsche mirrors was the most surreal experience.
Harrowing, actually. Californians may scoff at that, but I never want to be complacent or too at ease when sharing a lane with a half-baked skater in a Civic Del Sol. I think it's a great law and completely necessary in SoCal, but it's probably the most dangerous thing I've done on a motorcycle in a while. Admittedly, I've never been a "Hey guys, watch this!" sort of person, preferring to conceal my lack of talent beneath a facade of cautiousness and feigned maturity.