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.

I went through life big-bang-banda-boom-bada-boom.

I know guys in my hometown that drive by feel and sound.

I think these shows with the young kids doing these jumps, doing these fantastic back flips, I think they're absolutely great. They did what I never did.

If a guy hasn't got any gamble in him- he isn't worth a crap.

I created Evel Knievel, and then he sort of got away from me.

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.