This weekend Evel Knievel died. I think looking back to the mid-70's Evel was possibly my very first hero. My first bike was an EK white bike with a red white and blue fake gas tank. At five years old I took it to the top of our stairs and road it right down into the hall pass the dining room, the bathroom, and into my bedroom at the end of the hall. Mom and Dad freaked out and wouldn't let me do it again, but boy they sure have loved telling that story throughout the years. Thanks Evel for all the memories I'll see you on the landing ramp of life.
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