“I don’t want to go to the kind of a heaven that some of these fellas peach about. Let’s say I died and landed in heaven - bang, I’m there OK? There’s I’m sitting there on a hard marble slab next to JFK, Martin Luther King and some pope, now what the Hell would Evel Knievel have to say to any of those three guys? I couldn’t hold an intelligent conversation with them. I want to go to my own kind of heaven that’s got a canyon there that I can jump across and make safely, it’s got a golf course I can shoot par on everyday, it’s got buses I can jump easily, it’s got draft beer that doesn’t make you fat, it’s got a lot of beautiful girls like you running around and my wife won’t get mad if I go out with any of them… that’s the kind of heaven I want to go to.â€� -- Evel Knievel, 1974
Amen, Evel . . . amen.
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