That kid absolutely had an Evil Knievel Stunt Cycle.
My brother and I got one for xmas sometime in the seventies.
It was fucking rubbish.
Did you know that Eval Kneival has a poem? It starts at 1:52 ish and my favorite bit starts about 2:28
I heard it on a friend’s record in about 1992, and while some amount of drugs might have been involved, it was the funniest thing possible at that moment.
Profound!
Each time that I was hurt
They all said
That guy is lucky
That he’s not dead.
Kind of beautiful actually.
Wild tigers can’t jump?
That must be Dennis Hooper. My. Even then.
PBR FTW!
jeebus! that could have been me back in 1974. not a good look, in retrospect.
PBR…AKA - headache in a can.
Because it is incredibly small. About 0.26 arc seconds
But . . . arc seconds are more sciency.
Too “sciency” for those who would (theoretically) benefit from knowing how significantly human activity can affect our small planet. Better off using inches instead; that they can instantly wrap their heads around.
but at a buck a can*, it’s a cheap headache!
edit: *16oz “pounder” can. PBR: a buck a pound.
Will that be enough for folks really deep in denial?
Let’s hope we won’t need a new scale of measurement reflecting one’s inability to walk upright…