Lincsong
I'll Lock Up
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Well, I thought it was because of the.....
I'll just shut up.
I'll just shut up.-
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Viva Knievel:R.I.P.
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How does one lose a shoe?
Ask me about the shoe with the foot in it, not attached to a body. What's a Georgia gal to do, here in the scary Mafia town? Back to Evel.
Ask me about the shoe with the foot in it, not attached to a body. What's a Georgia gal to do, here in the scary Mafia town? Back to Evel.
Chas
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panamag8or said:
So did I!! Both me and my kid brother had them. What a gas.
I also jumped my CCM with the banana seat over things. Including gasoline fires. I shudder when I think of it. If my poor old mum knew what we did in the back yard, she would have flipped.
Adios, Evel.
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Another child of the 70s here; I had the rip-cord motorcycle and ramps too. I remember how we'd take the "action figure" that came with it and twist the arms and legs into weird positions to simulate broken bones after a crash...
Evel was a huge cultural icon in the 1970s, right up there with Muhammad Ali. I actually had occasion to meet him a few years ago, in his hometown of Butte. There's a dingy little bar there out by the interstate, "Stan & Muzzy's" that has a fantastic battered and deep-fried pork sandwich (not something you'd want to eat every day but I always try to pick one up when I'm in Butte) and the place is filled with Evel Knievel memorabilia. I was there with my friend from Butte who introduced me to the place, and she dropped me off at the bar to pick up a couple of sandwiches and jo-jos to go while she went to gas up the truck for the 300-mile drive back home in the middle of a blizzard. There was this totally pimped out custom car of some sort parked outside -- I'd guess early 1980s vintage, the sort with a really long front end and chromed exhausts coming out through ports in the front fenders and feeding into sidepipes -- with a personalized plate that read "Evel 1" or something like that. The place was pretty much empty (it was a Saturday afternoon) except for the man himself sitting at the bar and drinking a non-alcoholic beer. (O'Douls?) I put in my order and sat a couple of stools down from him. I didn't say anything to him, just a little polite nod of acknowledgment of the kind you'd give any stranger in a bar. He did make some tongue in cheek threats to Muzzy about how long he'd been waiting for his burger and how I'd better not get my sandwiches before he got his order, though. He was still waiting on his burger when I left with my sack of sandwiches and jo-jos.
Evel was a huge cultural icon in the 1970s, right up there with Muhammad Ali. I actually had occasion to meet him a few years ago, in his hometown of Butte. There's a dingy little bar there out by the interstate, "Stan & Muzzy's" that has a fantastic battered and deep-fried pork sandwich (not something you'd want to eat every day but I always try to pick one up when I'm in Butte) and the place is filled with Evel Knievel memorabilia. I was there with my friend from Butte who introduced me to the place, and she dropped me off at the bar to pick up a couple of sandwiches and jo-jos to go while she went to gas up the truck for the 300-mile drive back home in the middle of a blizzard. There was this totally pimped out custom car of some sort parked outside -- I'd guess early 1980s vintage, the sort with a really long front end and chromed exhausts coming out through ports in the front fenders and feeding into sidepipes -- with a personalized plate that read "Evel 1" or something like that. The place was pretty much empty (it was a Saturday afternoon) except for the man himself sitting at the bar and drinking a non-alcoholic beer. (O'Douls?) I put in my order and sat a couple of stools down from him. I didn't say anything to him, just a little polite nod of acknowledgment of the kind you'd give any stranger in a bar. He did make some tongue in cheek threats to Muzzy about how long he'd been waiting for his burger and how I'd better not get my sandwiches before he got his order, though. He was still waiting on his burger when I left with my sack of sandwiches and jo-jos.
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