Motorcycles and riding on two wheels have dominated my 43rd year of life. It’s like a virus that I’ve been infected with since I was three years old. It started with BMX and progressed to larger bicycles. At the age of 12, I graduated from huge bicycles to a motorcross bike. I had dreamed about it for several days and couldn’t sleep till my parents picked it up. It would be the beginning of a very difficult way of life.

My story about two wheels:

I remember the first time I hopped on my Honda 50cc. My dad purchased it secondhand to give us a go at motocross. One of the first places we’d go would be an MX track near our house. My father started the bike, and I was ecstatic to finally be able to ride in full gear. My ride, on the other hand, lasted only one straight. I opened my throttle too abruptly and slammed on the ground. It was difficult to take a breath since my back and chest had received a hammering. There, I had my first experience with the motorised two wheels.

I was able to compete in my first local race, which I won right away, after learning how to shift and ride the bike on a daily basis. We initially shared the motorbike. We were able to get a bigger bike as we grew older, and I received an 85cc with my brother. It would also be a wonderful opportunity to participate in numerous races in Belgium.

I was able to finish in the top five in the Belgium tournament right from the start. However, whenever I was joyful and at peace while riding, something bad occurred to me. It may have been a mechanical or medical problem that kept me from performing to my maximum potential. I underwent modest knee surgery before the age of 15, foot ligament problems, a fractured collarbone, a broken foot in three places, a broken wrist, and was hospitalised twice for a serious crash that severely cracked my nek.

I will make a short resume from all things happend with my motorcross bike:
13-15 age – I had mild knee surgery, ligament troubles in my feet, a fractured collarbone, broken foot in three places, a broken wrist, and was hospitalised twice for a major collision that severely cracked my nek. There might even be things I forget. At the age of 16, after a serious crash, I lost feelings in my legs. I discovered that I had twisted two vertebrae in my lower back and broken one in my upper back. Because the nerves in my spine were not destroyed, my feelings in my body returned completely after 24 hours. However, I need extensive rehabilitation.

I started riding again at the age of 24 and cracked my thumb after a few months. After that incident, I was prepared to compete in races again when I crashed and fractured my entire lower leg. My tibia and fibula cracked a few centimetres above my ankle, requiring immediate surgery and the insertion of a pin. I’d quit riding once again.

After that, and in between motocross problems, I went mountain biking and road cycling. It did, however, destroy my collarbone. A serious concussion and an open face were the outcome of an awful crash. Then there was the broken bone in my hand from being run over by a vehicle. I had renal failure during a mountain bike race on Mount Etna in Italy, giving me barely an hour to live if I didn’t seek medical assistance. Then there was the crash in Italy on an MTB enduro ride. This resulted in a tibia fracture in the lower leg.

Following that, I crashed my MTB, destroying my entire ankle on the same leg that had shattered my tibia and fibula. To get it in place and working, the doctors had to piece together a jigsaw. Because the foot could not be entirely replaced, the metal is left in the ankle, making hiking difficult at times. Then I chose to ride a gravel bike to keep up with my sports, but while riding, I acquired a high feever. I ended up in the hospital and had to fight for my life for a night.

After all of these challenges, the conclusion was that I was unable to run, bike, or participate in other activities that I enjoyed in the past. I tried golf, but it was too painful on my ankle.

So I returned to my beloved two wheels, but this time only on the road. I fell in love with two wheels again after collecting my first bike, but after a short period, my body battled again. I searched for other motorcycles to help me get around the pain, but my body has forced me to call it quits today.

With my 43 years old, I believe the list is already much too long, and if I have an accident on my ankle, I will be unable to do anything with it. My motorbike, a BMW R1250 GS adventure, was a child’s dream and the nicest bike I ever bought. It’s a dream to ride and takes you all over the world. My motorworld, however, came to a halt, as my physical limitations were evident. I have a private practice where I assist people from all around the world with their problems.

I’ve always pushed myself to demonstrate what I’m capable of in athletics, and I’ve really pushed past my limits. Today marks the end of my motorcycling travels. As I believe it is evident that this is not the path I should continue on. A new avenue presented itself, and I am returning to something I have been interested in since the age of 16. Perhaps it was obvious at the time, but I didn’t want it to see it.

I like camping and going on adventures. I must continue to exhibit the wonders of nature and the world. Adventures on four wheels, as well as camping delights, will soon be available. I present to you my new Land Rover Defender 110, which I created by combining my practice and outdoor activities. It feels both sad and joyous. But I’d been dealing with this problem for weeks. This is the major reason why the website was silent.

I assist numerous individuals all across the world and always contribute something of myself. I haven’t been able to recharge myself in the previous several months, and if I want to keep working, I need to be able to refuel. Nature is my greatest medicine for it. Mother Earth is my finest resource for providing individuals with the best healing or mental coaching.

As Land Rover says:
One life and I want to live it.

Thank you