Nik: Personal Reflection

From the first moment my bottom graced the seat of that wheelchair i knew what i was born to do; Death Chair racing. I have always had a need for speed and the chair is my gateway to show the world what i can do.  These first racing moments are ones that will never be forgotten by those of us who were bold enough to take on the challenge placed before us. 

The memories of drifting corners, burning rubber and close calls are forever echoing down the halls of a track comparable with places like Taledega and Indianapolis.  

These are the times never to be forgotten by me and my fellow warriors who created a new epidemic in which we call DEATH CHAIR.

Jake: Personal Reflection

In an age of steroid-induced drama among the professional athletes we hold so close to our throbbing hearts, it is quite refreshing to be apart of the new beginning - in essence, the dawn of a sport boasting the integrity of yesteryear. Where children once idolized the likes of Mickey Mantle and Johnny Unitas, we now beckon for the stardom that was suddenly bequeathed upon me one Saturday evening in the drawls of a newspaper powerhouse.

Death Chair champion of the world. (Only until Eli beat me...).

The success of Eil Francovich on the Death Chair championship circuit is rivaled only by that of Tiger Woods.

Indeed, I have made the game-winning diving catch in Little League and even thrown a game-deciding touchdown in flag football. But to win a single Death Jam time trial - a seemingly trivial endeavor to laymen watching from the sidelines - is the type of victory that tears are created from.

The world is my wheelchair.

Scenes from the most recent death jam