I Am A Cyclist, And I Am Here To Fuck You Up
kelly catchpole
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Somewhere along the line I got old and the cold seeps into my joints and and makes reaching for the car keys too easy all through the winter and long frigid spring. Until this morning; the mercury stood at 45 degrees and that was warm enough and I am finally back to pedaling past the lines of commuters in their steel cages and am free.

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