Goodbye to the man who inspired me to launch my Huffy halfway across my front yard to beat the neighbors record of "almost halfway". Many of the scars I have told certain special ladies were received in mortal combat with whatever perilous creature would get their attention best were actually earned trying to be like Evel Kenieval when I was 10. Here's an article in which a better writer than I lays it out for those who don't know
Maybe I'll go find a hill...
Greatest Toy Ever!
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I forgot all about this toy. Remember the smell of the tire when you really revved the bike up? What about trying to jump your big wheel off the porch like Evel? Surprised we survived. Thanks for the memory.
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