Sometimes it’s odd. As we grow up and move on we spend less time with the things, ideas, and even the dreams, of our youth. When I was a kid, all the way up through my teenage years, I loved motorcycles. I was never in the position to be able to do anything professionally, though I always felt I could have, but I was always doing hair-brain stunts on my bikes and had my fair share of crashes as well (even going as far as riding with a cast on one leg). During this time in my life I used to love watching and reading everything I could about Evel Knievel. He was my inspiration many times… usually a bad inspiration, but I was inspired none the less. But it’s been over 14 years since I owned a motorcycle. I’m fast approaching my 31st birthday and the memories of those times have been pushed aside in the hustle and bustle of life.
But this evening, when I discovered that Robert Craig ‘Evel’ Knievel passed away today, many of those old memories came rushing back to the front of my mind. And, as I sit here reading about Evel’s life it gives me pause… he lived life to the fullest. He did the things that everyone said would kill him. And you know what? They didn’t. He did what others are afraid to do and he lived through it all. Now, I never had the opportunity to meet the man, but something tells me that when he passed on, it was with few regrets. And for those who don’t know, Evel did accept Jesus as Lord and Savior of his life earlier this year. So, I guess I will get a chance to meet him after all, some day.
And, in the mean time, I think come summer I may start looking for me another bike. It’s about time my older daughters learned how to ride and I can’t wait to teach them.
My prayers go out to the whole Knievel family during this time of loss. God Bless.
Safe Landings.
