During this period Knievel was also a guide and outfitter, operating what he called the Sur-kill Guide Service. In December 1961, to protest the proposed slaughter of rangeless elk in Yellowstone National Park, he set out from Butte on a widely publicized hitchhiking trip to Washington, D.C., lugging a set of elk horns that he had hopes of presenting to President Kennedy. "Boy, it was cold," Knievel recalls. "Trucks would rush by and blow my suitcase and my horns right off the highway. On the way to see Mayor Daley in Chicago, I got the horns caught in a revolving door."
Knievel made it to Washington in seven days and 27 rides but never met the President. Mike Manatos, Kennedy's administrative assistant, accepted the horns, and Knievel was also received by Secretary Udall, to whom he pleaded his case. "I was wearing a pair of cowboy boots and carrying a briefcase that was empty," he says. "There was nothing in it at all." The day after the interview, the Department of the Interior agreed to have the elk trapped and transplanted to Montana, Wyoming and Idaho.
The following year Knievel broke his collarbone and shoulder in a motorcycle race and while recuperating became a salesman for the Combined Insurance Company of America, one of the largest accident and health insurance companies in the world. One day in July 1962 he sold 110 three-dollar policies to the staff of the state mental institution in Warm Springs, Mont.—a company record. He ended up the week with 271 sales. A company memorandum quotes him on this feat: "You asked me to tell you how I broke the records...well, to tell you the truth, it wasn't very hard...after I conceived in my own mind that I could do it...I enjoyed it and had a lot of fun...all it takes is accepting the challenge to do it."
Knievel left Combined when he "didn't get a positive answer" on his request to become a vice-president within two years; it was his ambition to be the youngest vice-president of any insurance company. However, he retains a high regard for the company and for its president, W. Clement Stone, whose The Success System That Never Fails is one of his four favorite books. The others are: Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill, Success Through a Positive Mental Attitude by Hill and Stone and The Power of Positive Thinking by Norman Vincent Peale.
At various times in his life Knievel has been a motorcycle racer but he gave it up because there is no money in it. "I can't eat handlebars, tires and batteries," is one of his favorite sayings. Knievel also built a motorcycle racetrack and promoted races in Moses Lake, Wash., where he was a Honda dealer for two years. In that capacity, he offered $100 off the price of a motorcycle to anyone who could beat him at arm wrestling. When nobody was able to, he offered a free motorcycle to anyone who could bend his arm, with the provision that if the customer lost he would buy a motorcycle. "This farmer tied me," Knievel recalls. "I beat him right-handed and he beat me left-handed, but I talked him into buying a 150 cc anyway. I've only been beat twice in my life—a little pig rancher from Idaho and a big guy from Spokane."
In 1961 Knievel was a private policeman in Butte. This is somewhat ironic in view of the fact that, according to his own account, he had been for some years a card thief, safecracker and swindler. "I don't like to play cards unless I can cheat," says Knievel. "And if I had a $20 bill for every safe I peeled, I'd have a new Cadillac—and some of them didn't have any money in them. I can blow them, peel them, beat them. Floor safe, round door, square door, vault. I can crack a safe with one hand tied behind my back. I always got a hell of a feeling out of drilling a hole in a roof. There's no thrill like drilling a hole in the roof of some institution and dropping down a rope and looking around."
Knievel says he was perhaps even more accomplished at swindling. "I traveled with a man who was known as the greatest swindler of all time," he says. "A judge in one of the biggest cities in the world made the statement and was quoted in the newspapers, 'This man is one of the most brilliant criminals ever brought before me.' I always thought there was one more brilliant. That was me sitting in the courtroom who was never caught. We swindled institutions out of $25,000 or $30,000 within a 30-day period. I brought forth some schemes that were really brilliant, that no one in this world will ever be able to solve. I can show you a scheme that can beat any bank in this country out of any amount of money."
Knievel says he took part in an armed robbery only once. "It bothered me so much," he says. "The guy wanted to be brave. Consequently he got the hell beat out of him by me. I felt bad to have to hurt an individual to take money, even though I was doing it for a living. His blood was all over me. I did it and I got away with it, but it's not the right way of life. Why do it? Why beat someone out of money that they worked hard for, and not contribute anything to this country and what it stands for?
"There was only one time in my life I lost my sense of being able to cope with any situation. I was crossroading at the time. I was in Sacramento with a fella who had been on the 10 Most Wanted list and another safecracker who was on the verge of getting on the list. I thought of shooting myself. The pressure broke me. That was really the turning point. Either live the rest of my life with these people or.... A kid will never become a man until he looks in a mirror and tells himself he wants to become a man. I want kids and teachers to look up to me and the things I stand for. I got a letter the other day from a teacher in the John F. Kennedy Junior High School in Redwood City, California. She said the children took an interest in me and followed my jumps, that it made them more intent on learning to read. I love people. I want to be good to people. That's why I changed my whole way of life. I felt if I really loved my wife and children, I'd try to make a contribution to mankind and society as they should be contributed to."
Evel and Linda Knievel have three children—two boys, Kelly, 7, and Robbie, 5, and a girl, Tracy, 4. (Recently, the three of them were jumping off a bed. "I'm Batman," said Kelly. "I'm Superman," said Robbie. "I'm Evel Knievel," said Tracy.) When Knievel was 20 and Linda 17 he convinced her of his love by Kidnaping her. Along with a friend named Marco, Knievel went to an ice-skating rink in Butte where he knew Linda was skating. "I hid behind a garage, put on my skates and went out on the rink," he recalls. "She couldn't get away from me. I drug her by the hair and threw her in the back of the truck. 'Go, Marco, go,' I shouted. Then we got her into my car and I took off. I was driving with my ice skates on. Try it some time. We went and hid in a church. I knew they'd never look for me there. The cops and sheriffs were after me. My dad's friends took the cars off his lot and were looking for me. The Triple A basketball tournament was being played in Butte, and Linda was the head cheerleader, and she wasn't there. We started driving. It started snowing. It snowed two or three feet. We got stuck in the snow and stayed there all night. As soon as it got daylight I called a wrecker from a farmhouse. When the wrecker came, I had Linda lay down and hide in the back. There was a warrant out for my arrest. The guy in the wrecker heard the all-points bulletin. When he got us out, he radioed to the police, I just pulled that kid out of the snow, but that girl wasn't with him.' Her mother was saying, 'Oh, my God, he killed her and stuck her in a snowbank.' The cops were out probing in the snow. I tried to get to Coeur d'Alene, but I didn't have any snow tires and couldn't get over the hills. I figured I better go home and face the music. I was stopped at a roadblock. They threw me in jail for contributing to the delinquency of a minor. My dad put up the $500 to get me out."