Evel Knievel 1938-2007

So the famous daredevil motorcyclist died, of natural causes, (probably exacerbated by his formally, shall we say "reckless" lifestyle?) quietly in his own bed.

Its almost a shame, isn't it? After all of his stunts, all of his death defying leaps, the headlines and the fame of cheating the grim reaper, the man dies of old age, in bed.

I was a kid in the 70's. All the boys adored Evel. There was NO one like him and we all would shout and invoke his name as we jumped our bikes over, say, the ditch in front of our house.

If I had been Evel, I would have hatched a plan. No way would I leave this earth in the quiet normal way. At least I wouldn't let people think I did. I would have had them tie my lifeless body to a motorcycle and launch it into some desolate canyon somewhere. I would have let the world at least THINK my 69 year old beat up and sick old bones went out and tried one last stunt...and didn't make it. I would have gone out in a blaze of glory.

I would have at least talked about it. I bet Evel thought about a plan like this too. I really bet he did.

For an excellent recap on Evel's life, please visit our good friend Ron at the Final Taxi HERE.

Comments

[Jamie Sue]

I thought the same thing when I heard the news... what a lame way for Evil to go.

The Sean Taylor Funeral Service is online on ESPNEWS... it's a little creepy peering into a public person's private life at such a emotional moment. I wonder whose funeral was the first to be seen on TV and how people reacted.