Sport? Of course, I am the champion wheelchair rider. This photo is from last winter. Luckily we had no snow, it was just cold, otherwise I might have had to put chains on the wheels to get a good grip. Note the gloves. That is part of the winter equipment. I was then a beginner, I only had the chair for a couple of weeks and was still in training. I kept to the flat paths and never went above the first gear, taking it slow.
As time went by my confidence grew and I was going to places with stony surfaces, up and downhill. I conquered the river bank. I was becoming a professional and even used the higher gears on the chair. For the first few months I stayed in the slow speeds but now and again I got daring and progressed to the second level. I was still wheeling in the village, but realised that I should make progress and try other territories.
The road to town was not far, but there was one hazard.
The path became quite narrow because of the church, but undaunted I continued and this was no problem for an experienced wheelchair rider like myself. I overcame this obstacle and afterwards I was free, on my way to town. This was a breakthrough in my career, there was no stopping me.
I would then often enter town during the week and was ready for everything. I visited the local trade fair, the cheese days where the town was taken over by cows, even the Harley Davidson days were conquered. I could do it all. When I cross the road all the traffic stops for me, I am the King of the Road, Queen actually. I even have a horn on my chair, as well as lights showing if I turn right or left. I whizz past everyone and leave them all standing admiring my talent. If I see a policeman I naturally slow down, I do not want to get a ticket for speeding.
Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss 