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Ditto what the other Dean said. Whether it was the posters hanging in my room, or the trash cans I jumped over in the front yard (cape and all), or the wheelies that I learned to ride around the block on my Schwinn, Evel was THE influence if you were growing up in the '70s. You didn't have to like him, but you always ended up respecting him.
He lived a hard life and deserved all that he got out of it. RIP, Evel. I'm sure God has a few canyons he wants you to check out...
-Dean
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