It was a time long before video games and I-Pods and modern crap that seems to suck the imagination from youth. It was the time when it was still okay to glory in the feats of heroes. I remember vividly sitting in my bedroom, winding up the mighty cycle, aiming it just right, and watching as my hero pulled off the impossible yet again by clearing three small plastic cups.
As a boy in the ’70’s, one hero rose above all others in my young mind. Evel Knievel has died today but he will always be remembered. In his star-spangled jumpsuit and flowing cape, he set the mold for bravery and courage. Say what you want about the man, everyone must admit that the man had balls. And nothing could be better to say about a real man.
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I remember too when he and his stunts were a big deal. My entire family would watch him jump busses or buildings or whatever. It was pretty cool. Though I’m sure boys identified much more with him than girls.
I remember too when Evil was a big deal…and I’m sure he was a bigger deal to my brothers. He meant risk and daring to be bigger than Life..and he was. He spelled dreams and super powers and letting your imagination go. …and taking chances. He was the stuff dreams are made of.
The dude definitely had balls….I heard he was kind of an asshole though…Either way, he jumped things on a motorcycle…And that makes him a badass…
If you grew up as a teenage boy in the ’70’s, you liked Evel Knievel. I prefer to think of him as defying death in another dimension.
-smith