Evel Knievel, the red-white-and-blue-spangled motorcycle daredevilwhose jumps over crazy obstacles including Greyhound buses, live sharks and Idaho’s Snake River Canyon made him an international icon in the1970s, died Friday. He was 69.
The man was a jerk, but he was a beautiful, glorious jerk. One that all mankind (jerk-kind?) could aspire to. I highly recommend this interview:
What does it feel like to crash? “What the hell do you think it feels like? Christ almighty. It hurts.”
Why did you do what you did? “Because I could. I could do the impossible. And it sure beat selling insurance.”
Was it worth it? “What kind of stupid question is that? I’m still here, aren’t I? Now hurry up. I’m running out of air.”