The Racer Who Lost His Wings

There was a time when Joan Lascorz’s life was defined by speed.
The roar of engines, the blur of asphalt, the wind tearing past his helmet — that was his rhythm, his language, his freedom. Every race was a heartbeat, every finish line a promise.

But in 2002, everything changed in an instant.A crash during a motorbike race in Italy shattered his spine, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. The man who had lived for motion was suddenly grounded — trapped in stillness, surrounded by silence.

For months, Joan drifted between grief and defiance. He mourned not just what he had lost, but who he used to be. His identity — his sense of purpose — was tied to movement, and now, that had been taken away.Yet somewhere inside, the racer still lived. The part of him that refused to yield, that knew life was about more than just how fast you could go.

And it was that spark — that stubborn will to keep going — that would soon lead him to an unlikely companion.A New Kind of Speed
Recovery was never just physical; it was spiritual. Joan spent years rebuilding his body and redefining his purpose. And somewhere in that long, uncertain process, he met a creature that mirrored his spirit — a cheetah.

It started with a rescue. A fragile cub, abandoned before it could learn to survive on its own. When Joan first looked into the animal’s eyes, something clicked. The wildness. The loneliness. The need to run, even when life said you couldn’t.