December 24, 2014


Our 1st annual Road Home 4x4 Charity Drive was a HUGE success on Christmas Eve. It far exceeded my expectations. We had over 100 vehicles turn out. I can't thank everyone enough, who came out, donated and supported our event! I couldn't have done it without you. THANK YOU! Below is the video from the Charity Drive. I think you'll all enjoy it!

December 1 - 24, 2014
December 1, we started our 1st Annual, Clay Egan Racing - The Road Home - 4x4 Charity Drive. We challenged all of our personal, Jeep, 4x4 and rockcrawling friends to gather 1 blanket and 1 box of canned goods and then asked them to ask 10 of their friends to do the same. Then on December 24, at 11:00 A.M. we will all be gathering at the Road Home shelter to deliver all of our donations. Our goal is to have 100 vehicles with at least 10 blankets and 10 boxes of canned goods each. To get involved or to recieve all of the up to date info, follow us here on our Facebook event page. 

September 19, 2014


Spent 7 solid, hard days hunting this bull! I definitely earned this one this year! Probably one of the most fun hunts of my career. I can't thank my good friend Kelly Edwards and best hunting partner enough, for all the hard work he put in this year helping me bag my bull. I couldn't have done it without him! The video clip below shows it all! Check it out! 


August 7 - 11, 2014


Every August we travel down to Farmington, New Mexico for our annual Wounded Warrior 4x4 trip. This is where we meet up with about 10-12 Wounded Warriors and then take them out rockcrawling for the weekend. Then at there banquet Clay shares his inspirational message about hope and how to overcome obstacles through faith in God. 


This year we were able to raise funds with all of our 4x4 friends and do a complete Jeep makeover for Specialist Hope Clark out of El Paso, Texas. It was so awesome to surprise her with her newly built Jeep!

Specialist Hope Clark with her newly built Jeep!

June 12, 2014


It was back in 2003 that I wrote my very first poem Bored and Broken. It was at a time when I was in a dark and lonely place in my life. I didn’t think the poem was very good but it expanded my mind to a whole new world of structured escape and therapeutic possibilities. It allowed me to be pissed off and vulnerable without any repercussions. It was cathartic and healing.


Poetry is like abstract art and most of the time no one gets it but the artist. Some of my poems tell stories. Others are just a feeling or an expression of what I might have been going through or feeling at a given moment. Some start out as a thought or a rhyme, some are dark, some are sad, some are about love, some are about pain, others are inspiring, some are spiritual and others are political but most of them probably make no sense at all. I once read one of my poems to my older brother Drew, about a girl I liked who had broken my heart. He was entertained but said, “Never read that to anyone. You sound like a serial killer!” We had a good laugh.


A lot of my poems were just a way to heal, to get something off my chest or to fill a void. When I write, I try and explore all of my emotions, all of my sub consciousness and all of my feelings. Sometimes I’m just purging a thought or trying to process something that might be weighing me down emotionally. There isn’t a right or wrong, just endless possibilities.


“There are things known and there are things unknown and in between are the doors. Real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities and opens all doors that you can walk through anyone that suits you.” –Jim Morrison


When I was a very young boy, my father would make homemade cards for me. Most of them were written as a poem. The first one he ever wrote to me, read like this. “There once was a cracker named Clay, I stinker, oh mercy he’d say. But with a twinkle and smile, and charm a whole mile, that boy, he’s my boy, my boy Clay.” I was 2 when he wrote that poem and I still have it in a scrapbook to this day. He inspired me from an early age to write poems even though I never started until I was in my thirties.


This book is dedicated to him, my dad. F. Karl Egan Sr.

7/3/1930 – 1/10/2012


June 1, 2014


This year I wanted to do something speacial for my 20 year anniversay to my accident. So I thought that it would be fitting to get back on and ride a dirt bike for the first time since my accident. After all, that's what put me in my chair in the first place. Watch the video below to see the adventure unfold! 


May 28, 2014


I don't always post about when speaking to our youth but I was blessed to be able to speak to the special needs kids this year at Elk Ridge Middle School. Such an awesome bunch of kids. Makes me grateful for the challenges I have, to see what these kids deal with on a daily basis. I know this is one of the main reasons God placed me in my wheelchair. An that is to help others like them.


May 20-22, 2014


With my 20 year anniversary to my accident, my friends were throwing a party for me at the Old School Rockcrawl down in Delta. So we decided to compete this year for the first time in over 5 years. We ended up taking a respectable 2nd place out of 17 teams. My friends through an awesome party and we had the best time! I have always been blessed with the best friends in the world!

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