I dressed up as him in 1977. My Grandma won woman of the year for the city of Camarillo California. She did a bunch of shit for the farm workers out there. Well she had a parade and I got to ride in the open air limo car. I dress up like Evel Knievel for some odd reason (nobody else was dressed up). As a kid I was fucking mind blown over the guy. Granpa would say "look at this idiot" every time he was on TV and I would stop and have my mind blown. I had that fucking rip cord bike that did the jumps and shit. One time I had this homeboy named Eric and he had a BB gun well he and I would take turns busting a cap in EK's ass as we blasted him down the street. Shit was fun.
Today I still look up to him. RIP Sir.