lose the moment

I’M NOT GOING TO LIE. I’M THAT PERSON.

I’m that rider on the side of the trail with one glove clenched between my teeth, struggling to work a touchscreen with sweatsoaked Vienna sausage fingers—all part of a less-than-graceful dance to snap the perfect photo (or 12) of my bike propped against something or other, usually a trail sign, a tree or some random artifice found alongside the trail I should be riding at that very moment.

As an added talent, I’m able to do this while completely ignoring the irony of interrupting an awesome ride to capture the experience, thereby reducing the