Thinking Evel
I was just thinking about Evel Kneivel the other day, and then a huge Sports Illustrated article comes out this week letting us know what the Great One is up to.
The last time I checked in with Evel he was crying about an ESPN ad that called him a "pimp." He completely missed the fact that they were complementing his awesomeness and instead tried to sue them for defamation. And now this sports Illustrated article comes out:
The man who survived 300 perilous motorcycle jumps and once climbed into a rocket-powered cycle to fly over a canyon, now stays close to an oxygen tank, ingests 50 pills a day and sucks on lollipops that deliver fentanyl, a heavy-duty painkiller.
Painkiller Lollipops? That's f---ing brilliant!
That's too bad about Evel though. Evel was my hero growing up. I did a book report on him in about fourth grade that involved my mom making me an Evel Kneivel Star-spangled suit (complete with cape - it takes a real man to wear a cape, especially on a motorcycle).
You hate to think of your heros withering away in Burbank sucking the pain away with medicated lollipops.
He shoulda gone out in a Rocket Car like he wanted to.
Here's a good tribute to 100 years of Harleys.
