I went through life big-bang-banda-boom-bada-boom.
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 created Evel Knievel, and then he sort of got away from me.
Harley-Davidson is the finest company in the world.
I always wanted to live to about 70. I thought that'd be a good age.
Where there is little risk, there is little reward.