Copy from Jayne's Blog
I just about remember the day I learned to ride a bicycle, on a paved walkway outside our flat in Germany, when I was about seven years old. I had what you would think of as a utilitarian, safety bicycle, which I absolutely murdered, riding off road and trying to jump. That one day changed my life and set out who I was going to become. The next time a bicycle changed my life was when my brother Pauly introduced me to Mountain Bikes. The humble Mountain Bike has been a feature of my soul ever since I was sixteen years old, other than a brief period when I had to go without at the end of my degree. I have worked in bike shops, I have worked as a Mountain Bike Instructor and a Guide. Mountain Biking was not just a hobby for me, it was a part of my personality. So as my mobility decreased and I lost my ability to ride, a part of my personality was lost with it. I grieved hard, those close to me will know how much I grieved for my sport. In 2021, I was sent to see a Physiothe...