Post by neenjah on Dec 1, 2007 1:18:08 GMT -5
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Hated to hear this. Yeah, I had the wind-up EK motorcycles growing up, skycycle model kit, and even had a full size Evel Knievel bike in the mid/late 70's. It's a miracle I lived since I tried to duplicate a lot of the moves/tricks the toys could do. My first girlfriend would borrow her brother's EK bike and we'd ride all over the apartments we lived in and go buy comics and Slurpees at the corner 7-11.
Back in Utah in the early 70's I had a bike that had been put together from several other bikes. One day I built a ramp in the driveway and would jump it trying my best to immitate Evel- but without the ragdoll landings.
That night the George Hamilton EK movie was on TV. I'd jump my bike durring the commercials, and run back in when my mom would yell out the front door and let me know when it was back on.
Well, it got late and too dark to jump so I finished watching the movie and then went to bed.
The next morning my dad was running late for work and didn't notice my nice sturdy ramp sitting at the end of the driveway. He got a pretty good run at it in reverse before getting the car stuck on top.
I awoke to the sound of spinning tires, a slamming car door, and then a cussing dad!
I carefully peeked out my bedroom window and saw my dad's little Mazda stationwagon perched on top of my takeoff ramp, and my dad stomping around calling me names that questioned my parents marital status when I was born.
Mom heard the racket and burst into laughter as she came out the back door and saw my dad removing cinder blocks, 2x4s, and plywood sheets out from under his car.
Luckily I lived and pretty much unscathed- I just couldn't make ramps in the driveway anymore.
A year or two later when we moved back to Memphis I remember inviting a couple Mormon missionaries to watch Evel attempt to jump some sharks. He wrecked in a practice run and that was pretty much it for Evel jumping stuff.
Lin
Hated to hear this. Yeah, I had the wind-up EK motorcycles growing up, skycycle model kit, and even had a full size Evel Knievel bike in the mid/late 70's. It's a miracle I lived since I tried to duplicate a lot of the moves/tricks the toys could do. My first girlfriend would borrow her brother's EK bike and we'd ride all over the apartments we lived in and go buy comics and Slurpees at the corner 7-11.
Back in Utah in the early 70's I had a bike that had been put together from several other bikes. One day I built a ramp in the driveway and would jump it trying my best to immitate Evel- but without the ragdoll landings.
That night the George Hamilton EK movie was on TV. I'd jump my bike durring the commercials, and run back in when my mom would yell out the front door and let me know when it was back on.
Well, it got late and too dark to jump so I finished watching the movie and then went to bed.
The next morning my dad was running late for work and didn't notice my nice sturdy ramp sitting at the end of the driveway. He got a pretty good run at it in reverse before getting the car stuck on top.
I awoke to the sound of spinning tires, a slamming car door, and then a cussing dad!
I carefully peeked out my bedroom window and saw my dad's little Mazda stationwagon perched on top of my takeoff ramp, and my dad stomping around calling me names that questioned my parents marital status when I was born.
Mom heard the racket and burst into laughter as she came out the back door and saw my dad removing cinder blocks, 2x4s, and plywood sheets out from under his car.
Luckily I lived and pretty much unscathed- I just couldn't make ramps in the driveway anymore.
A year or two later when we moved back to Memphis I remember inviting a couple Mormon missionaries to watch Evel attempt to jump some sharks. He wrecked in a practice run and that was pretty much it for Evel jumping stuff.
Lin