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!
