“I competed in motocross previously. The feeling of keeping a bike in balance with speed, jumps, gravel, sliding into many others who are doing the same thing at the same time and wanting to get ahead – this was my feeling. This is what kept me going, it was my drug, my need. It was almost my reason for living.”

“Now I drive a race car using only my hands. The accident on the motorcycle put me in a wheelchair. Driving fast, balancing the brakes and giving your all with only your hands. This is my feeling now. And damn, is it wonderful. I can win with this, both mentally and physically.”