Evil Knievel died Friday in Florida. He was 69.
He was also a childhood hero of countless people (including yours truly). I can remember having Evil Knievel bikes, toys, lunchboxes and tons of other stuff. I can remember being riveted to Wide World of Sports and seeing him jump all kinds of stuff and being horrified when he'd get slammed to the ground like a rag doll but always, no matter how many bones were shattered, he always seemed to pop back up after a while to do it again.
I can remember putting up jumps and jumping stuff on my bicycle and like Evil, I'd occasionally get slammed to the ground (not as hard though) and just like Evil, I'd get back up and do it again.
So long Evil.