When I was seven or eight, we knew this kid whose teenage brother drove around in an old late '50s Dodge or Plymouth. It had tail fins. I liked it.
We thought his brother was cool because he ran a red light and spun out in an intersection. It wasn't until many years later that I realized he was just a terrible driver.
It was while I was contemplating this that it dawned on me that Evel Knievel was a terrible daredevil and that breaking 433 bones wasn't really an achievement.
Why was he so popular? There were Evel Knievel action figures.
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