I did not have the lunch box but I had the toy motorcycle that you wind up and launch. Man that sucker used to fly and ricochet all over the place. I bet my mom hated that thing.
Evel was an American Icon. He may not have been the nicest person or best father but he always stuck to who he was.
As a motorcycle guy (or X since the bike left when Kid #4 arrived and Harley fan) I see those old jumps on Triumps, Nortons, and Harleys that he made (or most often then not didn't make) and can't believe he ever attempted them. People forget that yes riders are jumping higher and further but the bikes now are designed and builts specifically for the weight and abuse of the landing. His were modified to but they didn't have the space age materials that we have now.
My favorite Evel story is the Wimbly stadium jump. Frank Gifford was a friend and announcer for his jumps. He crashed big time at Wimbly and Frank thought that he had been killed for sure. Frank ran over and Evel came to and said, "Frank, get those broads out of my room!" He then asked to be stood up and a mic (on a broken pelvis) and made the famous line "I will never, ever, jump again!"
Rest in Peace Evel, where ever you are.
