My father got me my first dirt bike when I was 5 years old, I rode the wheels off that little thing. When I turned 6, I started competing in the 50cc minis class with the same bike. That was the start of a serious addiction. Through the years as I was growing up, I always had a dirt bike and always raced motocross. I done fairly well for myself, when I turned 16 I got my "A" liscense, this allowed me to race as a pro. Racing in the pro class was a huge eye opener. Those guys were really, really fast! It took some adjustment, but I got used to it quickly and started turning podium finishes. I had the world in front of me as far as a racing career. When I turned 18, I tried my hand out in dirt track. I borrowed a friends 1200cc Harley and entered in the County fair. I've never competed in dirt track up to this time and only practiced a small handful of times. I ended up finishing 2nd in my heat race and 5th overall. I didn't follow dirt track too much after that, it just wasn't for me, only raced in 3 other races. At 20 I wanted to try road racing. So I started racing an endurance series. My bike was a 600cc Yamaha. The team I was on was a great group of guys, we had a lot of fun. I only raced half that season. All the while I was still racing motocross. Then.... On October 30, 1993 it all ended. I was at friends house practicing for an upcomming arena cross. About an hour into our practice I was getting pretty tired, but as friends do, we kept pushing each other. I came out of a tight hair pin turn on the throttle, 2nd gear, wide open. I had to be in 4th wide open before I hit the face of the next jump in order to clear it, it was an 80 foot triple that would launch us to the tops of the telephone poles. I had my line, I'm on the throttle in 4th, the face of the jump was comming up fast. Just as I hit the face of the jump, my chain broke....I don't remember anything after that, even to this day. My friend said me and bike made it over the triple, but I wasn't on the bike. I lawn darted, head first into the dirt. I broke c1, c2 and c3 in my neck, I separated both my shoulders, broke my right wrist and both bones in my lower right arm and had a concussion so bad I was in a coma for 3 days. Needless to say, that was it for motorcycle racing but before that happened I always dreamed of racing the isle of Mann TT.