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Evel Knieval lit the fuse on the rocket pack strapped to his bed and grinned at death as they both began their final leap over the cavernous abyss
It’s times like this that I wish I had held on to my Evel Knieval stunt cycle and the pack of illegal bottle rockets I purchased on the Indian Reservation.
Evel Kneival, Robert Goulet and my father all died from a form of pulmonary fibrosis and while I am glad that he is in such august company, it is worrisome that this disorder is seems more common than it ought to be.
No motorcycle-riding action figure was safe from the influence Evel Knievel had on young boys (and a few girls like me) in the 70’s.
When I read the headline “Evil Kneivel Dies at 69” I was thinking that was a rather ludicrous way to die.
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