Ever since I was born I was into racing of all kind and especially motorcycle racing. With the dream of starting my own racing, I figured I better get into a good career path. Something that would revolve around racing itself to get my foot in the door and earn the money to start out. So I chose to be a motorcycle technician and attended Wyotech college in Fremont, CA. 

 I did very well in school, learned a lot more than I thought I ever would, and excelled in general at everything mechanical. I got noticed by all my teachers and even the Technical Director of Ducati of North America himself! They interviewed me and gave me a great offer that I couldn't refuse. A short internship and a trip to Daytona Florida to help out with things on Ducati Island. I met a lot of people and even the Manager of my hometown Ducati Dealership. Got hooked up with him before I graduated and had a sweet entry tech job waiting for me back home. 

 Now, as the years passed. I went through other jobs after I realized that working at a motorcycle dealer wasn't cutting it financially. Ended up as an Automotive repair tech at a local Eco friendly repair shop. Actually started to make a good living. I was paying my student loans back. I was buying the motorcycles and gear I have always wanted. I got to do many track days and get some practice in, and I was even getting pretty good. Then in the summer of 2012 I was on my Honda CRF 450r in the cascade mountains, and right as our trip was over I decided I wanted to ride a little more and ended up getting into a wreck which bursted my T12 Vert. and left me paralyzed from the waist down. Had to be life flighted off the mountain. I went through intense rehabilitation involving Physical Therapy, Mental Therapy, and Recreational Therapy. The whole time I thought, wow, I will never ride again will I. What about my Job? so on and so forth.