Understatement is a fine art Hermie, and one you have mastered with aplomb, exceptional . . . always respected his guts and always thought he was dumb as a box of hammers, a truly great crasher.
I tell you what, I bet none of his matresses had tags either. Respect.
Funny as Laura, are you the Mattress Police ??
I've been known to put in a few hours inspecting the quality and durability of other people's beds. Wait, what was the question?
The question is now completely redundant, you're fitting in around these parts like a finger in the bum, now, I'm off to watch 'Fletch' for the umpteenth time.
I bet he didn't use coasters or cover his chili when he microwaved it. The man is a legend.
Dude probably ran with scissors.
Barnstormer on a motorcycle. My favorite story is the one where some well known bikers in the Bay area harassed him at a show...and the local carpenters and steelworkers and dock workers proceeded to stomp them with lumber ripped from the grandstands...bad asses...so the story goes...
HL ^ Pretty sure the story's true. I've seen old footage of a "well known Bay Area" biker getting stomped at a venue .
I'd read something in print media years ago. Found an 'eye-witness' at this blogspot----> hollywoodjuicer.blogspot.com/2007/12/man-called-evel.html
If he'd had one of our modern machines he woulda jumped the freakin moon!!! And I hear he once punched a Cyclops between the eyes!
Truely an American Icon, to be best described as the John Wayne of the Iron Horse age! Ride on my Brother...Ride-on...