Once upon a time (Evil) story

Discussion in 'Old's Cool' started by Ron Peck, Jan 21, 2007.

  1. Ron Peck

    Ron Peck Been here awhile

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    I hope this is the best place to post this story; enjoy.

    I’m sitting in the Parts Department office at Bill Brownell Honda – Triumph, ordering parts. In walks Evel Knevel! He starts ranting on about how someone has stolen his car and kidnapped his wife! He needs a ride to the Police Station, but first he calls the Enterprise Record to let them know what’s happening. I take the CB-750 off the showroom floor, Evel jumps on the back, and off we go to Chico City Hall. He tells the dispatcher that he was visiting his bone specialist and when he came out to leave, his car, along with his wife who was waiting in it, was gone! By then the reporter arrives and asks what all the fuss is about. Evel goes into his diatribe. (You see it’s 1968 and not many people have heard of Evel Knevel.) Here is the real deal. Evel went to the doctor and after the appointment slipped out the back door, called a cab and showed up at Brownell’s. His car and wife were still parked in front of the doctor’s office! Evel gets a blurb in the paper (he was jumping 12 cars at the Orland Fair in a couple of days) and bingo a few more folks attend the event. Cool.
    We get back to the shop, after the police found the car and wife parked at the doctor’s office, and Evel gets on the phone and calls Merv Griffin! He tells Merv about the kidnapping and wants to get a spot on his show. (Now here is some true hustling.) Anyway, Evil would stop by the shop when he was passing through town and bring his Rolls Royce, 18-wheelers with ramps, bikes and roadies and take over the shop. First it was Triumphs’ then American Eagles’ then Harley Davidson motorcycles, always a new sponsor.
    In fact, when he was at the shop, all those phone calls, working on the bikes, putting up with the roadies and whatever else he could beat out of Brownell, he never mentioned or paid for! Evel was a hustler of the first magnitude. I bet he got someone to sponsor his underwear. This guy truly has an ego the size of Montana, but also the ka-hoons to back it up. Never, that I know of, did he fail to put on a show, even when the conditions were far from perfect.
    One of the far from perfect times was at the Cow Palace in San Francisco. It’s storming bad that night. It was an indoor AMA short track race and the pits were full of motorcycle racers. The deal was Evel would go outside to the parking lot, gas it up to speed in the driving rain, enter the arena through the front doors, go down a ramp and onto the main floor then up the jump ramp over some fire trucks, on to a ramp and into the pits and pitch it sideways to stop! Piece of cake. Well there is one more factor. The Hells Angel’s are there and heckling Evel. They are all sitting right over the entrance where Evel makes his approach. As Evil is doing his pre-jump warm up runs, he and the Angles exchange gestures. When Evel makes his final run through the door, one of the Angel’s throws a Coke cup at him; he makes the jump and then comes back, jumps off his bike and starts shaking his fist at the Angel crowd to come down and get it on. Well the Angles jump down to the main floor, the pits on the other end of the track empty on to the main floor and it’s fargin’ war. There were about 12 Angels and 200 racers/pit crew; it was ugly, took 15 min. to break up. It looked to me like most of the Angels were removed on stretchers, some looked real bad. Anyway, back to the point. This guy (Evel) was doing this back before Super Cross triple jumps, 12” suspension, and technique were in place. Let’s see, go x-miles per hour depending on distance, up the center of the ramp and hold on till it lands on the other ramp. Wow! No knowledge of using brake and throttle to control motorcycle attitude. Only 4” suspension on most bikes he rode. And no practice or training. Truly amazing. Every time I saw him (4 or 5 trips to Chico) it was always a show. At the time I didn’t think much of it, B.F.D. some egomaniac with a stunt. I’ve looked through my stuff and I don’t even have a picture or an autograph to show you. Oh well. I may be one of the few people on earth who ever gave him a ride on the back of their bike! (Another B.F.D.)
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  2. jtwind

    jtwind Wisconsin Airhead

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    Good story! Thanks, JT :clap
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  3. usgser

    usgser Long timer

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    pssst...just so's ya know for future references his name is "Evel" not Evil.
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  4. Ron Peck

    Ron Peck Been here awhile

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    fixed, Thanks
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  5. mutineer

    mutineer pierpont lives

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    kickass Story


    Evel is one true badass, the guy was completely devoid of fear
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