The Harley's got a little too much torque when it comes to jumping.

I guess I'm like any other concerned father, except that nobody else's son guns a cycle over 17 pickups without holding on to the handlebars.

Risk is good. Not properly managing your risk is a dangerous leap.

Where there is little risk, there is little reward.

I thought I was bulletproof or Superman there for a while. I thought I'd never run out of nerve. Never.

She (my ex-wife) wanted me to stop being Evel Knievel. I am who I am. I'm not going to change. I'll settle down the day they put me in a six-foot pine box.

In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings.