With his black helmet, blue spandex shorts and a $100 scuffed-up bike from eBay, Moise Brutus looks a typical cyclist, ready for a long ride.

Except it’s his two prosthetic legs that pump the pedals. His sole hand grips the right handlebar. His smile stretches wide. Moise believes anything is possible.

“A lot of people would say riding a bike for me would be impossible. I have no legs,” he said. But he rides and loves it. “It’s something where I feel free.”

The 22-year-old is studying at Miami Dade College and wants to compete in cycling in the 2016 Summer Paralympics in Brazil. But his biggest challenge: an adaptive vehicle to get to school and practice.

He has transformed his life after a horrific motorcycle accident on Florida’s Turnpike nearly killed him and left him a triple amputee.

That night two years ago, on Oct. 10, 2010, Brutus was heading home on his Honda motorcycle and took the University Drive exit. The last thing he remembers was a white wall. When he came to, he realized his left hand was gone. So was a leg. The other was severed. With his right hand, he pulled out his smartphone, called 911 and calmly told Miramar police where he was located.

Police struggled to find him, lying in a dark ditch on the side of the highway.

Officer Carlos Villalona heard the search on the radio as he was driving home. He decided to join: “I can’t just go home and know that someone needed help and I just drove by.”

Three times he patrolled the accident area with no luck. So, he stopped his car and walked. That’s when he saw the motorcycle, crumpled like a plastic bag. “About 20 feet away, that’s where I found Moise on the ground.”

Villalona alerted the others and held Brutus’ neck as he talked to him, encouraging him to fight. He knew it didn’t look good. “I didn’t want to be a pessimist, I wanted to encourage him as much as I could to fight and stay awake,” Villalona said.

Other Miramar officers arrived on the scene — Sgt. Cesar Andina, Officer Michael Donaldson and Officer Jason Fox. Andina was the only one with a tourniquet. He tore it in pieces and applied it to stem the blood loss until fire rescue arrived.

Brutus remembers telling the cops: “My mom told me not to go out tonight. I should have listened to her.”

The next day at the police station, the officers worried if the kid was OK. In a surprising twist, Villalona’s wife, Melissa, was assigned as the patient advocate for his family at Memorial Regional Hospital. Brutus told her he wanted to meet the officers who saved him.

They not only met, but Villalona and Andina stayed in touch, calling and texting him and meeting his family.

“His life changed forever that night, but he changed our lives also. He has such a big heart and he’s a fighter,” Andina said.

At first, Brutus struggled to recover. For about eight months, he didn’t want to go to rehab. His mood was low, and a slew of medications dragged it lower into a fog. Brutus lost weight. His family and the police officers worried.

“His mom would call me, she would call my wife, to let us know Moise didn’t want to do rehab,” Villalona recounted. “Every so often, we’d call or he’d call us, me and Andina, and we would find ways to motivate him.”

A major turning point in Brutus’ recovery was adopting a dog, an idea Villalona suggested. Villalona had witnessed the healing power of pets at Joe DiMaggio Children’s Hospital. Since his baby daughter, Amanda Arianna, died of cancer at age 2, he volunteered there and saw dogs cheer up children. Andina found a dog Brutus liked and paid the adoption fee.