
In July of 1971, my mom drove a bunch of us up to Pocono Downs, a harness racing track outside of Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. That night, we watched Knievel successfully jump over thirteen beer (Stegmaier, maybe?) trucks. My buddies and I yelled ourselves hoarse in the stands, then beat it back to his trailer in time to cheer, and pat him on the back as he turned his bike over to his crew and headed inside.
We saw the movie about him, and thought it was good - though most critics disagreed with us. Some of the more adventurous among us tried aerials of our own, tackling home-made ramps with our Stingray bicycles. Sure, his life and career had their ups and downs, both on and off the track ..... but we thought he was pretty neat ..... some of us still do.
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