A Eulogy. An Eulogy?

Ah.

Evel has gone from the world.

And the last legend of motorcycle bus jumping has left us forever.

Before Evel, not many people knew:

Where the Snake River was.
How many bones there were in the human body that can be broken.
That you could make money jumping over things on a motorcycle.

Now, all we have left is men jumping barrels on ice skates.


I've just been informed that they don't do that anymore, either.

So far, the twenty-first century has been a barren source of amusement.