Evel Knievel, the greatest daredevil who ever lived, died yesterday. He was 69. Here's a video of him plying his craft at Ceasar's Palace on New Year's Eve, 1967:
I always admired Evel Knievel. Not because I was particularly fond of daring the devil, but because the motorcycle stunt-man didn't take shit from anybody. I remember seeing a program about him on the History Channel in which they recounted the story of when Evel severely bludgeoned a former promoter of his with a baseball bat because the promoter had written a slanderous pulp biography about him. And he had 2 broken arms from a recent jump, but that didn't stop him from sending the promoter to the hospital. What? Yeah, I watched the History Channel. I couldn't find the remote control and the TV was at least 5 feet away from the couch, but the span seemed longer than the Snake River Canyon. More Evel vids after the jump:


I always admired Evel Knievel for the way he'd skillfully break his falls with his face.
Shine on, you crazy cracker diamond.
No apologies for watching the History Channel. They have more war footage and violent reenactments per minute than any other network.