In 2003 we invaded Iraq, being a light infantry unit we were the tip of the spear and moved quickly and forcefully up the middle of Iraq and into Baghdad. My unit and I remained in Iraq for a year before returning to Fort Campbell, KY and then returned again to face combat in fall of 2005.

            My company on our second deployment suffered several losses early and the constant battle for control of our sector seemed endless. An editor with TIME Magazine, Jim Fredericks, wrote a book titled, "Black Hearts," that covered some of the horrible moments we as a company lived through. I unfortunately was pulled from the battlefield prematurely due to an improvised explosive devise that caused me to lose my left arm and left leg.

            Since my return to civilian life I have emotionally cushioned the blow of losing two limbs and a career I loved, by working with numerous organization that help injured veterans returning from Iraq and Afghanistan. My days stay busy with mentoring, fundraising and speaking on behalf of these organizations.

            My life is good, I have a wonderful family; a beautiful wife, three wonderful kids and a loyal dog. With all that is perfect in my life, there has still been this lingering void that is with me at all times. My uncle, a Vietnam Veteran that I have become very close to, immediately purchased a motorcycle when he returned from Vietnam. He enjoys taking very long trips on his bikes and has mentioned many times to me how much of a relief it is on him to saddle up and ride, leaving all the world behind, his bike is the source of peace and relaxation from his own depression.

            My uncle and I have discussed the possibilities of me owning a bike again but his suggestions of a Trike never sat well with my younger arrogance. I was then introduced to the world of Ural Motorcycles with a sidecar. The antique look, with the more important military-esque of the Ural Sahara and Gear-up, was love at first sight. With the right adaptations and the stability needed with the sidecar, nothing could be better for a guy with an above-knee amputation. Of course between a bike and the adaptations, money becomes a huge factor. I have decided to settle for what I can afford at the time being, which is a 1986 Honda Nighthawk that I am hoping to get for $900, slightly less than what is being asked for it, but with the mileage and work that will need to be done to it, the offer is more than fair.

            After talking with, Gail Dewitt, owner of Disabled Motorcycle Riders, my confidence in making my dream a reality is growing with each day. Gail was not afraid to quickly discourage me from buying a two wheel bike and rigging it up to work for the moment with the limited money that I have, I told her the warnings were very much appreciated but my need to be on the road was much stronger than simple common sense. I need “Throttle Therapy for an Attitude Adjustment”.  And with that void yearning to be filled, I will do whatever it takes.