What a great picture!
Cycle World asked me to fly to Spain this week and test the Tramontana, and then asked me to use instagram to post about it. When I arrived, I picked up a new Tiger in Madrid, borrowed a phone holder on the handlebar for navigation, and set off for a remote hotel a few hundred KM away. I didn't make any particular note of the route, I just assumed I'd follow directions until I was there.
As I was riding through snow, teeth chattering and worried about black ice, I thought "this would make a good post" and pulled over to photograph. To post, Instagram requires having your microphone turned on- my trust in FB/IG is small to start with, but this week, my tinfoil hat was especially sparkly, so I declined, put the phone in the holder and continued with my X KM / Y Speed = Z arrival time exercise. And then, as I was passing a Semi in a startlingly strong crosswind, my phone blew away, right into the grill of the truck.
Suddenly, my evening was an adventure. I had to figure out where this hotel was, and far from an X/Y = Z slog, I was fully engaged in the moment. It was great. It was a relief not a burden. The rest of the week has been great, too- uninterrupted conversations, seeing things with my own eyes instead of for someone else, feeling alone instead of smothering that with a text message whenever solitude pops up.
To me, the existing big internet players have pushed on boundaries we didn't know we had, to a point where we are beginning to chafe if not outright rebel. Being served an ad for DSLR in a thread about DSLR is within my boundaries. Being served an ad about DSLR because my phone heard me talk about pictures is outside them. Here's to Cake staying inside the lines.