“Once, long ago, a foolish man named Shelly Saltman wrote a book accusing Evel of being an abusive person. Around the time of the book’s release, both of Knievel’s arms were in medical casts (he had crashed while jumping over a tank of live sharks in Chicago). Yet these injuries did not stop Evel from heading for California and clubbing Saltman with a Louisville Slugger, shattering the writer’s left arm and right wrist. Just think about that: a man with two recently broken arms breaking another guy’s arm in the light of day on a studio lot in Los Angeles.”
—Chuck Klosterman, GQ Feb 2011, p. 58
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