Field guides to the injuries of the late, great Evel Knievel.

Rest in Peace, Evel Knievel. Here's the profile of the daredevil in his old age I linked to back in August.

He takes 11 pills in the morning, a dozen at night. They keep his blood flowing and his transplanted liver working. They ease the arthritis that burns his back, arms and legs. It hurts like hell, being mortal. - It's a hot morning in July. In two weeks he is supposed to fly to his hometown of Butte, Mont., for the annual festival in his honor: Evel Knievel Days. He'll wave from the passenger seat of a pickup, sign some autographs, try to impersonate the man he used to be. - "This is my last performance," he says. "If I make it."

Great profile of the daredevil in his old age, via MetaFilter.