Evel Knievel: An American Hero

by Ace Collins

Overview

Robert "Evel" Knievel is one of the most unique heroes to earn a place in the collective psyche of this country. A high school dropout, an award-winning athlete, a petty thief, a motorcycle racer, and a political activist, Knievel earned his nickname because of his unlawful activities early in his life but rode that name to fame by consistently tempting death in the public eye. With a showman's panache and a madman's daring, he has risen-along with the likes of James Dean and Marilyn Monroe-past mere celebrity to the exalted level of American icon. Today, at sixty-two years of age, Evel still makes headlines, proving that the appeal of daredevil never dies. From his recent liver transplant to his son Robbie's jump off the Grand Canyon to his very public support of mandatory helmet laws, Knievel remains foremost in the minds of his millions of fans. Evel Knievel stands as a truly perfect example of a certain uniquely American aesthetic, one in which pride and heart can overcome any circumstances at all.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781429972314
Publisher:	St. Martin's Publishing Group
Publication date:	04/01/2010
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	253
File size:	1 MB

About the Author

Ace Collins is the author of biographies of Pam Tillis, Lorrie Morgan, and many others. He lives in Hillsboro, TX.

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Evel Knievel

An American Hero

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By Ace Collins

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 1999 Ace Collins
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-7231-4

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CHAPTER 1

Butte — The City That Created Evel

On May 26, 1863, six tired, scared, and haggard prospectors camped near a creek in the Tobacco Root Mountains in what is now Montana. The men were running for their lives, trying to elude a relentless and fierce band of Crow Indians. The natives resented the white men's presence on the tribe's hunting grounds. For days the English-speaking fugitives had stayed just one jump away from their pursuers and death. Exhausted, worn, and unable to go any further without rest, the men made a camp in a ravine that could be defended from a surprise attack. As they rested in what they would soon name Alder Gulch, they felt a sense of security for the first time in weeks. As the night came and no Indians raided their camp, they began to believe they might live to see home again.

The next day the six should have quickly packed up and headed to civilization. Yet the lure of the beautiful land beckoned them. Seeing no Crow braves, they decided to take one more stab at discovering the elusive dream that had driven them for months. Pulling out their equipment, the prospectors stole a few moments to pan for gold in the cool, clear waters of the stream by their camp. Not only did the morning sun reveal a few shiny nuggets in their first pan, but with each new pan more gold appeared. Soon the men who had been running for their lives were determined to hold their ground. The claim they uncovered not only more than paid for their months away from home and their brush with death, it started the Rush of '63. The Crow hunting grounds were soon to be the filled with greedy white men.

Within a year more than fifteen thousand had joined those first six prospectors, and within five years combined forces of men who had come from all around the world in search of easy wealth had mined more than thirty million dollars in gold from the stream and area surrounding Alder Gulch. The vein of gold didn't end there either. More than a decade later those willing to gamble everything they had were still striking it rich. "Gold" was the cry, and thousands jumped at the chance to find some of their own.

When the precious yellow metal began to play out, there was something else to take its place. Huge quantities of silver were discovered in the hills around Butte. The silver was dug out of the earth in even greater bulk than the gold. It seemed to be everywhere. Then while looking for more silver and gold, a prospector discovered a mountain of copper. And just as the silver began to play out, the Anaconda Mining Company and scores of others cashed in on the next precious metal.

First with gold, then silver and finally copper, Butte exploded. Long before anyone had considered how to plan it, a rough-and-tumble city grew down the hill and through the valley and draws. Filled with men whose lust for life was almost as large as their lust for wealth, Butte became not only a center of mining, but a center for sin. Violence erupted as quickly as another prospecter found another deep vein. Men were shot over everything from jumped claims to cheating at cards. The millions that were made brought not only wealth, but trouble. Brothels, bars, and gambling dens lined street after street, and just as the Old West was dying, this Montana city was filled with the kind of lawlessness that Dodge, Tombstone, and other legendary Western communities had finally put behind them. In a land where harsh elements made living a challenge, the riches in the ground drew men who didn't mind pain, hardship, and facing death as long as there was a chance of glory and riches on the other end.

It might seem hard to believe today, but Butte was once unimaginable in its decadent splendor. There were the richly furnished "parlor houses" served by Chinese servants and well-groomed girls. There were hundreds of prostitutes from all over the world who catered to the needs of those who risked their lives searching for wealth. Belle Rhodes, Mabel Loy, and Molly De Murska offered the most beautiful women of all races. During copper's boom it was not unusual for a man to spend several thousand dollars in a single evening on wine, women, and entertainment. New millionaires lit cigars with greenbacks and tossed gold coins around as if they were candy. For almost two decades the abundance of wealth and the dens of pleasure made Butte a millionaire's sinful playground. This was a city that believed in excess and living large. The community was filled with people who were anxious to play the part of the Diamond Jim Brady of the West.

Besides the brothels there were dozens of theaters such as Owsley's Hall, Renshaw Hall, Sutton's Union Family Theatre, Speek's Hall, Gordon's Comique Theatre, and McGuire's Grand Opera House lining downtown streets. Because of these fabulous music houses built by the mines' treasures, the city regularly drew entertainment troops led by the likes of Eddie Foy, William A. Brady, Rose Osborn, and Maude Adams. Under imported chandeliers and lit by the brightest of Edison's lights, Butte looked like a western Broadway. It was one of the grand entertainment capitals of the West. If you had the money, you could see the greatest entertainers of the time in Butte.

If you hadn't struck it rich or you had lost all your money in a card game, then there were horse and dog racing, bear wrestling, and cockfights. There were also dice games, blackjack, and poker. You could bet on anything and everything seemed to be sport. Along with thousands of amateurs, Butte welcomed the best players of the day. During the boom days Jack Dempsey even fought for the heavyweight title in the city. It was the city where big events were born and where dreams came true in big ways. It was a showman's paradise, and the lure of wealth, excitement, and the high life attracted as many suckers as it did high rollers.

Fistfights, illegal gambling, prostitution, and even the female slave trade were all practiced out in the open, and the law was not in place to keep the peace so much as it was to settle disputes between gamblers and prostitutes with as little death as possible. As it was generally accepted that might ruled and the weak perished, the "sinful" behavior practiced by even many of the town's most respected businessmen was usually ignored and at times even accepted. Yet the party couldn't last forever.

As the ore played out and prospectors gave way to big companies, life began to change. Instant millionaires became a thing of the past and the big players moved to other cities. By the twenties the frontier town founded on gold had become a blue-collar community trying to redefine itself. But Butte still couldn't completely shake off its wild past.

Those who continued to drink in the saloons, play poker at the casinos, and bet on the local horse racers were now copper miners. They still dreamed of making it big on one race or one lucky hand. They still tried to beat the odds. When they didn't win they drank and tried to forget the hard life that slowly sapped their strength and their health.

Just like the prospectors who had first discovered gold along Alder's Creek, these strong men gambled for the highest stakes every day they worked. Their lives were as uncertain as the ever-changing Montana weather. Climbing in a hole that went down for thousands of feet, surrounded by eternal darkness, working in conditions that made the image of hell seem almost friendly, the miners knew life didn't really offer any second chances. One mistake and they were history. One misstep and the money they had in their pockets would never be spent. Their lives were spent on the edge. They realized they could die in an instant. They also realized that before their bodies had even been dug out of the pit, another man would have signed up to do their job. Old miners were more fable than reality. Most believed that if you worked in the mines you would die young.

For a copper miner there was no time or motivation to dream, no time to plan ahead or reason to consider retirement and no reason to save money. Every month someone lost his life in the holes. Many times men died by the dozens. It was accepted. With cave-ins, explosions, floods, and sudden bursts of poison gases, the life of a miner was a life where death was a constant. With life so cheap, few blamed those who played out their extra hours gambling, drinking, cheating, and cussing as if those moments were their last on earth. It was a mentality brought on by the mines and it was the overriding attitude of almost everyone who called this city home.

Though the mines were still the heart and soul of the area's commerce, by the Depression the glory days of mining were fast becoming a part of Butte's history. Yet the spirit and attitudes created by those days were still very much a part of the town's life. In spite of attempts by countless clergymen to "save" the people of Butte, in spite of civic leaders who again and again tried to clean up the city's image, many citizens still drank hard, partied long, and lived life as if death was just around the corner.

So on October 17, 1938, the day Robert Craig Knievel was born, Butte's western heritage was very much alive, and the wild elements of the frontier days were not as much a part of the past but of the present. Evel Knievel probably couldn't have come out of anyplace else but this Montana town. In everything he would do, he represented the city's history. He would have easily fit in with that first band of prospectors, the rich mining barons, the lowly miners, and even those who tried to clean the town up. And as impossible as it sounds, at one time or another, he would have made all those groups proud.

Evel's story, born in the Big Sky Country and taken to the world, is unique, unbelievable, and truly American. Yet without Butte, the daredevil probably would have never captured the world's spotlight and become the last gladiator of a modern Rome. It was this city that gave him his name and gave him the stuff that made him a star. Here, surrounded by history and the cruel life of the mines, the boy would grow into a man. And the stubborn courage this man would exhibit in arenas around the world, the constant excesses he embraced at every stage of his life, his thirst for adventure and fame, were born of the fabric of those who grew up in the shadow of Butte's colorful history.

CHAPTER 2

The Evil Eye

Life was never easy in Butte, but things were very bleak during the late thirties. The Great Depression had hit the town and the mining industry hard. Faced with limited employment opportunities, many people were fleeing the area to look for work. Others were getting by on handouts. Only a very few were untouched. Sadly, the harsh times brought out the worst in many of those hit the hardest.

With jobs few and far between, with no one willing to lend money, and with FDR's job programs giving aid to only a few, many people were suicidal. Others, overcome by hopelessness, turned to drink. A handful even turned to crime. During this dark period of American history it was often tough for a single man to eke out a living in Montana, but it was especially difficult for a newly married couple. Divorce rates were high and love that survived those trying times was strong indeed.

On October 17, 1938, Robert and Ann Knievel may have welcomed the new baby boy who came into their lives, but they were hardly ready to raise him. Though Ann quickly became pregnant again, the bad times had already taken a heavy toll on the couple. The pressures of feeding and taking care of a baby, combined with the knowledge that another child was on the way, made the Knievels feel unprepared and ill-equipped. Hopelessness was all around them. For most people during this time, seeing the future meant little more than making it through that day. That was all Robert and Ann tried to do. Yet filled with questions and lacking answers, the newlyweds drifted apart. By 1940, they could see no way to salvage their union and they divorced. Leaving Butte to start rebuilding their lives indepently of each other, Robert and Ann gave Bobby and newborn son Nic to their paternal grandparents. Both parents felt this was the right thing to do. The older couple could give the boys a home, stability, and a chance at a normal life. Neither of the parents could offer that kind of promise at this time.

Just a year and a half old, Bobby Knievel was in a way alone. Though he would never blame his parents for leaving him, their absence would certainly leave a void that his grandparents couldn't completely fill. Yet Bobby's grandparents tried very hard.

Ognatius and Emma Knievel did everything they could for Robert and Ann's children. Though well past child-rearing age, the tire store owner and his wife devoted hours to the kids who called them Mother and Father. Even though times were tough and the couple and their store weren't doing that well, Bobby and Nic never lacked for toys, bikes, fishing equipment, clothes, and books. The Knievels constantly sacrificed to give the boys whatever they could. And material things were not the only gifts the older couple freely presented to their grandchildren. They also gave their time.

Some of the boys' best memories were of weekends hiking, fishing, and camping. Their grandparents taught them all about the wildlife in the barren lands around their hometown, and they made sure the boys came to appreciate the beauty and majesty of nature. There was never any doubt that the grandparents deeply loved these two boys. It was also obvious to all who saw this Knievel family together that Bobby and Nic loved and respected their grandparents dearly.

With her husband often working long hours at the store, most of the child-rearing fell to Emma. She did her best with the high-energy Bobby. Yet in truth a woman half Emma's age couldn't have kept up with him. Even before he was in school Bobby was exploring every part of Butte. Embodying the town's living-on-the-edge philosophy, the boy would jump on unbroken horses and try to ride them, race his bike down long steep hills, and fight anyone who said he wasn't tough. He was a child with enough spirit for an entire hockey team and enough energy to fuel a locomotive on a cross-country run. In the right place and time this could have been a wonderful combination of personality elements, yet in Butte during the Depression these traits were explosive. Those who had this much fire almost always ended up in trouble.

As an adult Bobby would remember Butte as a mean town. It was too. Butte had been a wild open place when times were good, but now that people were just barely scratching out a living, it was often openly hostile. Even before he could read Bobby had grown familiar with pimps, whores, and gamblers. He saw them all the time. All around him he watched con games and con artists. Early on he was sharp enough to observe that those who lived a bit outside the law had a much better life than those who worked in the mines and followed the words written in the Good Book. It was easy to understand how any child brought up in this environment would believe a strong person took what they wanted when they wanted it. That was the way of life.

The heroes of Butte where the same ones that children lionized in rural Oklahoma — Bonnie and Clyde, Pretty Boy Floyd, and Machine Gun Kelly. Though they were no longer terrorizing banks, the men and women who had once blazed across the nation defying the law were very real to those still suffering after a decade of hard times. Many here believed that it was better to go out famous in a blaze of glory that simply waste away in a backwater town. In their minds heroes died young but lived well during their short lives. In the bleak days of the Great Depression, there were few people who looked like heroes to the town's youth. Certainly the policeman didn't look like heroes.

Yet it wasn't that the cops were seen as the bad guys either. In Bobby's young eyes the police were friendly people who tried hard. He knew these men were concerned with people's lives, but by and large they were helpless to stop the will of the people. In Butte this meant that disputes were settled with fists or guns. It had always been a man-to-man, in-your-face kind of place that bred generations of the same kind of people. Vigilante justice was encouraged. If someone wronged you or your family, then it was your right to call them out. The courts were therefore seen by many as places to settle traffic fines, not rule on acts of violence.

(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

Title Page,
Introduction,
1 - Butte — The City That Created Evel,
2 - The Evil Eye,
3 - Bobby Embraces Evil,
4 - Evil Days,
5 - Trying to End the Evil Ways,
6 - Bobby Becomes Evel,
7 - Evel Alone,
8 - Evel Bounces Back,
9 - Caesar's Hails Evel,
10 - Evel Cheats Death,
11 - Evel Returns,
12 - Evel Arrives in Style,
13 - Evel as an Icon,
14 - Evel on Tour,
15 - Evel Meets the Snake,
16 - Time Overtakes Evel,
17 - The Worst of Evel,
18 - Evel Cheats Death Again,
Copyright Page,

Editorial Reviews

During the 1970s and early 1980s, Evel Knievel was a world-renowned motorcycle showman and daredevil whose performance jumps, both successful and unsuccessful, were seen by millions in person or on television. Some jumps seemed outlandish or suicidal, such as ones over Las Vegas's Caesar's Palace fountains or the aborted leap of Idaho's Snake River Canyon, but these also characterized Knievel's showmanship, promotional talent, and unceasing drive to test limits and challenge risk. That he survives today after numerous body-wrenching crashes is testimony not only to good fortune but also to his tenacity and mysterious strength of will. Collins's well-written account is largely admiring of Knievel and the physical and character traits that propelled him through his unique career, yet it is also honest and critical about the performer's personal problems and failings. What clearly shows is a life lived on the edge, in constant challenge and defiance of the odds--a life that has somehow triumphed over those frequently long odds. A good bet for public libraries.--David B. Van De Streek, Pennsylvania State Univ. Libs., York de Gaulle Anthonioz, Genevi ve.

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"There is no king, no prince, no president, no athlete, nobody that has ever lived a better life than I have." —Evel Knievel

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