Final Score Update: Death 3 - Weird 0

Evel is gone.

Mother fucking son of a bitch.

I dug up this quote when Hunter and Kurt were gone and I think it goes well here too;

"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."

Shit, there isn't a person my age who didn't have a closet full of Evel Knievel toys.

They were all super cool and G.I. Joes were all pansies compared to Evel.

I think I had every freakin toy in this picture.

Evel was THE MAN.
FEARLESS.
You were meant to crash his toys into shit.
Brick walls.
Boards.
Your father's car.
If I didn't fear a severe ass beating from my father I probably would have done all of the above AFTER I set my Evel toys on fire.
Fire was a big No No at my house.
More on that one later.

Some people still talk shit about him and the Snake River Canyon incident.
All I can say is that he was one brave MoFo to strap a rocket on his ass and blast off.
He may not have reached the other side.
He may have pulled the parachute early.

THE MAN SAT ATOP A HOME MADE ROCKET AND BLASTED OFF INTO THE WILD BLUE YONDER.

Talk about giant elephant size brass balls.
This man had them for sure.

Every time some young punk watches Johnny Knoxville and the Jackass crew on DVD they should say a prayer to Evel.

Rest in piece Evel.
The world is a more boring place without you.