We were such HUGE Evel fans as kids.. jumping stuff with our bikes, getting RACKED every single time.. didn't even care.. through the bending over in pain, throwing up and barely uttering every word in the book, we WERE Evel Knievel.. it was glorious.. there were times I thought my bike seat was actually laughing at me and would paint little "victory" images on it like Japanese or Nazi planes shot down..

..and then he jumped the Snake River Canyon.. biggest lead up to an event I'd ever seen, no TV coverage, but we were GLUED to the radio to hear it.. It was kind of disappointing that he wasn't on a motorcycle, but some sort of rocket.. didn't make sense.. thought for sure he'd die when the chute opened and he was headed for the river, but he survived, although his image was completely tarnished afterward.. Still loved him.. I think the people you grow up idolizing can really do no wrong, no matter what they do.. that was definitely a case for me with Evel..

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Friendship is like peeing your pants.. Everybody can see it, but only you can feel the warmth..