I met Ingrid when I first moved to Vancouver in the mid-1990's when she had her little shop at south end of the Cambie Street bridge. There weren't a lot of women riding in those days and I remember going into the store and not wanting to dress like a dude. So Ingrid made me a light-blue cordura skirt to ride in and it was the absolute BEST. That Roach skirt (and that shin saving leg-armour) are inextricably wrapped up with my early days of riding and were part of some of the best adventures of my life.
My impressions of Ingrid were always that she was one helluva women - at once soft, fierce and really fucking brave. So sad to hear of her passing. I wont ever get a chance to thank her for that skirt or to be able to tell her that wearing it made me feel so awesome and radical. It kept me biking and biking makes me who I am.
I wish her family and close friends the utmost of strength as they deal with their loss. She is an inextricable part of the fabric of the mountain biking community and she will be missed.