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...bizarre spectacle, garnished with machismo and the threat of death: the ultimate expression of the motorcycle culture and, according to one Evel Knievel aide, "a blue-collar Woodstock." Squadrons of bikers roared through Twin Falls, their girls and gear nestled against their backs. Fans from every state in the union formed a camper city that was soon awash in beer, dope, cocaine and false rumors of savage beatings and rapes...
...days before the jump, Knievel appeared at the launch site to pose for pictures. When someone asked him to smile, Knievel responded by snarling "I don't smile unless I want to. Who asked me to smile?" Singling out NBC Cameraman Jim Watt as the culprit, Knievel sprang at him and beat him to the ground with his $22,000 gold-and-dia-mond-headed walking stick. A crowd of bikers, kept behind a chain-link fence, roared their approval, and moments later stomped on a U.P.I, reporter and ground out a cigarette butt on his forehead. Enraged...
...stripped naked and drove through the fires on drunken dares. Two beer trucks were ransacked and a few latrines burned to the ground. Some 25 people lurched off the jump ramp, apparently intent on burning it, but were turned aside by shotgun-toting deputies and the sobering information that Knievel could not perform without his ramp...
Explicit Suggestion. The Butte, Mont., high school marching band was on hand to honor Knievel, a native son. The pretty drum majorettes were immediately harassed by shirtless bikers, one of whom grabbed a majorette's breasts and explicitly suggested further contact. The girl retained her fixed plastic smile, but her eyes bulged in terror. "Lord, get that band moving!" a security officer shouted, and the band marched into the fenced enclosure tootling "Off we go into the wild blue yonder...
...were thrown open and the crowd surged forward for a better view, nearly sweeping some onlookers over the canyon's rim. One 15-year-old who was pushed 100 ft. to the edge fell into a 5-ft.-deep crevice in rocks hanging over the chasm. Then, as Knievel's rocket disappeared below the canyon lip, hundreds of spectators began dashing for their cars or bikes, apparently caring more about beating the traffic than finding out whether Knievel had lived or died...