Scars and Bars

Away from the comforts of home, Biram spent eight months of the past year crisscrossing America's super slabs, playing small clubs and swapping whoppers with rig jockeys under one of several radio handles: Motor Mouth, Snowcone Man, Horny Toad or Holy Ghost.

"I take a CB on tour," Biram says. "I just like talkin' on there and listenin' to all the weird, perverted shit. I feel like I got this kinship with the truck drivers, 'cause we kinda do the same job. We gotta drive to the next town. With them, though, they have somebody unload all that shit for 'em. But we're still out there on the road, seein' the same sights and gettin' things done."

Fortunately, Biram splits time behind the wheel with a buddy.

"It's hard for me to sleep when somebody else is driving anymore," he admits. "I get these weird flashbacks, too, like sensations of being shaken up and trapped, but it's a really nice, peaceful day outside -- like it was that day."

Even though he faces knee-replacement surgery at some point, Biram values all the good things that have come with being reduced to road pizza two years ago.

"It got some people's attention and made my story a little better," he says. "And it made me a lot less worried about the little things. I'm thankful every day for being alive and being in this world. Even the bad stuff I appreciate."

Not ready to hang a Saint Christopher medal from the rearview anytime soon ("No, I have a little happy face that says 'Your anger makes me happy,'" Biram reveals, laughing), the bionic redneck does intend to add an inspirational reminder to his growing collection of bodily scars.

"I got a tattoo on my inner forearm," he says. "I'm getting some praying hands underneath it next week. It's gonna say "Hit the Road and Say Your Prayers."