My friends band played a show back in 1996 in Louisville in which his son Robbie made a jump, and I got to meet Robbie. He said even back then that his dad was in bad shape. He was diabetic, and his stomach was eaten away from all the pain-killers he swallowed.
I remember that in his prime he was a BAD inluence on kids my age. We used to line up garbage cans and jump our bikes over em'! {I went flying head first over my handle bars on one ill-fated jump} R.I.P Evel!


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