I Don't Have Any Problems In Life,

I Created Evel Knievel, And Then He Sort Of Got Away From Me.

When I Hit That Pavement At 70 Or 80 Mph Those Suits Just Ripped.

I Know Guys In My Hometown That Drive By Feel And Sound.

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 Thought I Was Bulletproof Or Superman There For A While. I Thought I'd Never Run Out Of Nerve. Never.