The Sleep of Angels, and The Sound of Thunder.
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There are heroes and there are legends.
Then there are crazed hillbillies who strap on red, white and blue leather jump suits, slam back a shot of Wild Turkey and jump over dangerous things on rocket-propelled dirt bikes.
Evel Knievel. Hero. Legend. American icon.
The man had no super powers other than a complete disregard for his own well-being and balls carved from the steel of a thousand ninja swords, yet he wore a cape, and nobody questioned it.
Evel has seen his last rodeo.
Dead at the age of 69.
But legends never really die -- They just strap their helmet and punch the accelerator as they hit the ramp, flying over those buses, flying a thousand miles an hour, flying as fast our hearts beat, as fast as dreams…Fly on, cowboy. Never look back.
I guess Heaven needed a Daredevil.
Actually, it was probably Hell.