Meet my Cycletherapist. His name is C to the J. He makes me feel good about my cycling habit.
Hop on into the Sports Garage and maybe you'll get to meet him. You may just have to remind him that hugs are free.
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About Me
- kennyk
- Golden, CO, United States
- I'm an epicure, in case you're into enneagrams. I couldn't live without an hour of sunshine each day, I'm afraid of the cotton that is shoved into the tops of vitamin bottles, nails on a chalk board don't bother me though. I love the ocean, but I get sea sick on a boogie board.
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