I must say, like most others growing up, I wanted to be just like Evel as well, stunt replication, costumes, bike and the toys. So much so that I was only a couple of broken bones away from him (2 legs - at different times, an arm, a collar bone and spools of stitches, no backs or comas tho). All accidents ironically unrelated to stunt replication but none-the-less the bone count was closer than most got to it.

Time finally ran out on his greatest stunt, beating death.

Rest in Pieces!