I guess I was 13 years old. A cop friend of my dads took me to the Pacific Coliseum to watch the jump live on the big screen. Before hand he took me by the cop shop and let me sit on the cop sickles. I remember my jaw dropping when we walked into the garage housing a sea of Harleys. He had some paperwork to do beforehand so I just hopped from bike to bike dreaming. Then we hit the big event. I remember feeling like it was if I was watching the event live and in person. I was surrounded by bikers. The smell of weed was in the air (although I didnt know it at the time, but I do remember a 'funny' smell). For years after I was convinced that Evel made it over but got blown back by the wind.
I loved Evel!