Tributes to this icon of many of our childhoods, Evel Knievel, who passed away today:
An icon of former children everywhere has made the greatest jump ever today, straight into Heaven.
The Wide World of Sports was the big deal when I was a little kid, which means the Evel was the man.
He was pretty groovy in his Elvis outfits and the fact that he was the face of fearless when I was a little kid. I was nine when he did the whole Snake River thing…
…I miss those crashes. These kids on reality shows can’t compare to Evel.
He was the man.
My absolute favorite toy as a little kid was the Evel Knievel Stunt Cycle. I’d wind it up as fast as it would go and send Evel flying up a ramp made out of an album cover and the phone book.
Thanks for entertaining us for all those years!
For men my age, Evil was a HUGE icon in our consciousness during childhood. I still remember building ramps out of bricks and plywood, and jumping whatever was handy (including, one time, my brother). I idolized Knievel that much. I was SO jealous of my best friend because he had the Knievel wind-up motorcylce/action figure. That had to be the coolest toy since the 6 Million Dollar Man action figure, with bionic eye and cool punching motion.
Evil Knievel is dead. I am suddenly feeling very old. Rest in peace, Evil.
I remember watching Knieval’s daredevil stunts on Wide World of Sports growing up. He seemed to show no fear and took risks very few (if anyone) would take just for the thrill of saying he’d done it (oh, and maybe for the thousands of dollars he got for doing them). The benefits to the leap of faith he has now taken for Christ, however, are immeasurable…
…And now, as Kneval takes that great leap into the Beyond, I pray his fans and all who knew of him would likewise be touched by Christ so they might one day land safely home.
Les Jones simply posted a quote, which said it all…
“Ladies and gentlemen, you have no idea how good it makes me feel to be here today. It is truly an honor to risk my life for you. An honor. Before I jump this motorcycle over these 19 cars - and I want you to know there’s not a Volkswagen or a Datsun in the row - before I sail cleanly over that last truck, I want to tell you that last night a kid came up to me and he said, “Mr Knievel, are you crazy? That jump you’re going to make is impossible, but I already have my tickets because I want to see you splatter.” That’s right, that’s what he said. And I told that boy last night that nothing is impossible.”
– Robert Craig “Evel” Knievel, 1938-2007
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He will be greatly missed and very much remembered. Check out the tribute “Evel Knievel: Daredevil for Christ” at my site - “Necessary Therapy”.
You got it, Pistol Pete!
Knievel was definitely a bad influence on me as I got my first motorcycle at age 13 and began setting up ramps and jumping over garbage cans … measuring the distance and endeavoring to go ever further. I think I was jumping somewhere around 60-70 horizontal feet before I had a wipeout that scared me.
Remember the slo-mo video of Evil’s horrible crash trying to jump the fountain at Caesar’s palace? That cured me. Just to note how far extreme sports have gone, check out this video of Metzger doing a motorcyle backflip over the very same Caesar’s fountain and making it look easy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccvCTu1rV-s
I still take risks and once or twice a year do some extreme terrain on the ccycle and write of my adventures in a dual sport motorcycle magazine. Evil was a pioneer, had more bravery than ability and influenced many a crazy kid like me. Lucky I survived, two of my friends didn’t.
It would only be right for his ashes to be shot across the Snake River Canyon.
Her name was Bonnie Clark, and she insisted that I call her Bonnie “Sweet” Clark. She was my sweetheart, so it made sense, in Kindergarten. Every recess, we met at the sandbox and held hands. Our relationship grew and I started hanging out at her house after school. It was on my way home.
Then, one day, it happened. I went to the sandbox and she wasn’t there. I waited, and waited. Then, off in the distance I saw her, she was walking towards me with some other guy by her side. When they got close enough for me to see, I was shocked at what I saw. She was hold “his” hand.
When they got to the sandbox we exchanged a few words. I can hear it, and see it, in my mind like it was yesterday. “It’s a girl’s choice to hold hands with whoever she wants,” is what she said. “Nu uh,” was my reply.
Dumped for the first time, in Kindergarten. For “the new kid” in school, no less. His name? Scott. Scott Knievel - nephew of famed Evel.
I was glad when later he crashed into the Snake River.
Evel might have been great as an entertainer, but I have heard several stories of him being an asshole in person. He came into the CVS I worked at several years ago to get some meds filled and said he was “too famous” to give us his information. Unfortunately, the state pharmacy board does not recognize being “too famous” as a reason for not providing any information whatsoever when trying to get your meds filled.