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I was in a bar in Atlanta a few years back when all of a sudden the band whipped int a rousing version of Born to Be Wild. Next thing you know they are introducing their old friend Evel.
Now, Evel was my hero as a kid. I got goose bumps when he entered the room.
He went up to the balcony and was drinkng beers with his new liver.
I got to talk to him, but he would not sign an autograph.
Today my opinion is that Evel is Evil.
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