In fourth grade my best friend Glen who hailed from Pennsylvania was an Evel fan. He used to wear a jumpsuit while riding his 3-speed Orange Crate bicycle (and no, I didn't just see that on "Hot Rod" or "Napoleon Dynamite" and get a false memory...my life was like that...) and go over makeshift jump ramps made with cinderblocks and boards from the empty lot.
His Dad worked in airplane maintenance and had a blue with white trim 1966 Chevy Impala with a Hurtz shifter that he installed himself. It gets no cooler, my friends.
@3, no, there were loads of kids doing the same thing all over the country. I lived a thousand miles from PA, and kids in my neighborhood jumped our banana-seat bikes over little ramps made from plywood and cinder blocks, too. We all wanted to be Evel Knievel. He was the coolest thing ever, when I was about 9.
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In fourth grade my best friend Glen who hailed from Pennsylvania was an Evel fan. He used to wear a jumpsuit while riding his 3-speed Orange Crate bicycle (and no, I didn't just see that on "Hot Rod" or "Napoleon Dynamite" and get a false memory...my life was like that...) and go over makeshift jump ramps made with cinderblocks and boards from the empty lot.
His Dad worked in airplane maintenance and had a blue with white trim 1966 Chevy Impala with a Hurtz shifter that he installed himself. It gets no cooler, my friends.
No jump suits though. That was too much.