Try that.
The Billings Gazette is reporting that Evel Knievel thinks he's looking at one wall he won't clear.
Renowned for his death-defying stunts, Knievel has now landed in major medical trouble. He says his doctors give him three to five years to live.
Knievel suffers from idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis, a condition that scars the lungs, replacing the air sacs with scar tissue. As the scars form, the tissue becomes thicker, reducing the lung's ability to absorb oxygen. There is no cure.
"I feel pretty good, but there just isn't enough air on this Earth for me compared to you normal people," Knievel said.
The daredevil joins about 200,000 other Americans with the disease. There is no known cause, but researchers believe it may be caused by a genetic predisposition, previous injury to the lungs, viruses and pollutants. Knievel says he has never smoked, though he did work in a copper mine in Montana before making it big as a stunt entertainer.
Yeah.
I had the shit.
The 'stunt-cycle' , the chopper, the funny car, the goddamn van.
ALL of it.
Saturday afternoons on the floor. Waiting for ABC to hurry the fuck up and get the Wide World of Sports coverage out to whatever line of shit he was going to try and jump that week.
(I will admit - I had to be too young to remember Caesar's Palace - had to be - but everyone has seen it...they have seen it so often they would swear they were there, or at least saw it on TV on their way to Woodstock...)
You know he thinks it must be close - 
While rumors about the daredevil's failing health have been buzzing for a few years, his friend Alma Barry in Twin Falls didn't believe them until Knievel called and asked for a gravestone he left in her care to be shipped to him in Butte.
The white marble marker was created to generate publicity about his Snake River Canyon jump more than 30 years ago. Alma Barry and her family got to know Knievel in the seven years he took to build the ramp and plan the jump. The Barrys owned Volco Builders' Supply and helped him build the ramp and press box.It sat in a stockroom for more than 30 years.
While he got famous for the jumps he didn't make, I think he stayed famous for his attitude towards trying the stunt again, and imagining even bigger ones. It was hard-core American, pure and simple.

Imagine something. Then do it.
At least fucking try it.
And then, if it doesn't work out, try it again.
Or think of something better.
And try that.
TRY that.
FReeper recollections. Remebering stuff you forgot decades ago.






