Sorry that I’ve been a bit quiet and out of pocket this week, but I have a whammy of a cold and have been living on my couch for the past few days. But tonight I’m feeling a little better and felt the need to write a quick post about the passing of a motorcycle legend.
I know that news of Evel Kinevel’s passing yesterday has been widespread and plentiful in the motorcycle community. I doubt that I need to go into a full detailed account here when there are plenty of online resources to read about him, his life and accomplishments.
When I was younger I spent a lot of time with my uncle, who is only 8 yrs. older than me. At that particular moment in time he liked three things: KISS, his remote controlled racecars and Evel Kinevel.
I remember hanging out in his room that had posters of Evel soaring through the air in that star-spangled jumpsuit, flying over cars, double-decker buses and the like. I remember seeing his stunts covered in the news and on a rare occasion he would have his own special show on tv highlighting his next death defying feat. It would be exhilarating when he made the jumps and when he didn’t, the dangers of his stunts were mind crushingly real.
R.I.P Evel Kinevel
Life as a daredevil wasn’t easy and life after being a daredevil seemed even less so. He had been in failing health for years, suffering from diabetes and pulmonary fibrosis, an incurable condition that scarred his lungs.
“It’s been coming for years, but you just don’t expect it. Superman just doesn’t die, right?”
-Longtime friend and promoter Billy Rundel said.