"God never made a tougher son of a bitch than me,"he boasted last year, already laid low by lung disease. But he was right— jail, the IRS, bankruptcy, booze, not to mention his death-defying leaps— couldn't kill Evel Knievel off. His funeral takes place tomorrow in his home town of Butte, Montana; I, for one, will be donning a cape and revving my Evel Knievel Stunt Bike in his memory.
