In the world of racing you have no free time to do anything else except race, work on your car and sleep. I would say that you were crazy and full of shit but it was all true I have absolutely no free time for my friends or family. I’m sure whoever they are and where ever they are that I made them proud. My name is Owen Henderson and I’m a pro drag racer or at least I was before my accident when I lost my memory and my left leg.

I thought my car was in perfect race condition that day but I guess it wasn’t because I hit the wall at 140 mph and was launched out of my car on its second flip through the air, right before it hit the ground and became a ball of smoke and fire. After that everything was black and I don’t remember anything except for getting the jump on my opponent Tyler Marr a good friend of mine. When I came out of the coma a week later the doctors told me I was lucky to be alive. They asked me if I had any relatives that lived near by but I honestly didn’t know because I had lost my memory.

So after a lengthy hospital stay and learning how to walk with a prosthetic I was released from the hospital in a small town called Ember and I was all alone. So I started looking for a job and ended up landing one on my second try at the local garage and the guy even said he’d let me rent a room in his house until I could afford one of my own. Mark was a cool guy to work with and he was a lot of fun. His wife Mary and son John welcomed me into their home with open arms and had a lot of questions which I couldn’t answer because even I didn’t know.

Mark asked me what I was doing before I ended up in Ember and all I could tell him was what I remembered from the beginning of my race and then it was black and fuzzy after that.