With him currently doing his own London Marathon in aid of a  children's cancer charity, it seems you can't go very far without  tripping over stories about Eddie Kidd lately. But it wasn't always like  that - for the last 15 years or so he has been largely hidden from  public view. A footnote in history as someone who might have been famous  once. However, those of us of a certain age know better - for Eddie  Kidd was, and remains, the real deal.
Motorcycle racing  and stunt riding exploded in popularity during the 1970s. The dominant  personalities of the era were Barry Sheene, Kenny Roberts and a certain  brash American named Evel Knieval. Addicted to glare of publicity and  the glamour and glitz of a superstar lifestyle, in his career heyday  Knievel's motorcycle jumps were televised across America. He was making  big money and had a huge film and merchandising operation behind him. I  still recall, as a 10-year old boy, queuing outside the ABC in Wimbledon to  see Evel Knieval the movie - I also had the toy stunt figure and bike.  Such simple pleasures in those days.... 
But then,  along came Eddie Kidd. Brave, fit, good looking, he had all the chat and  was more at home in jeans and a leather jacket than stars and  stripes-studded cape and boots - so in lots of ways, Eddie was the  complete antithesis to Knieval. A very British hero. He was also one of  those very rare people who, while being adored by legions of female admirers, was  equally popular amongst blokes - and he appealed to all age-groups. He was a huge hero of mine.  
Eddie  made over 10,000 jumps between his debut in 1974 as a fourteen year old  and that fateful day in 1996. In doing so he surpassed Knieval and set numerous jumping  records. Then it all came to a crashing end. He suffered serious head  and pelvic injuries in a crash at the Bulldog Bash at Long Marston  Airfield, when a landing went wrong. In comparison to many of  his  previous jumps, this stunt was relatively minor - a jump of fifty feet  or so across a drag strip. Though he landed  the bike upright and on two  wheels, Eddie was knocked unconscious and was unable to prevent the  bike from continuing up  and over a thirty foot drop beyond the end of  the run off area. He was in a coma for six weeks afterwards - his career  over.
Much of the time since has been spent dealing  with his disabilities, which are significant. Without the support of anything like the Knieval  Corporation, when he crashed Eddie, somewhat unbelievably, was uninsured and all the money he had  made during his career has since gone on medical bills and adaptations. He now  lives in Sussex, dependent on state benefits.  
But  does he let all this misfortune get him down? Not a bit. With the aid of  an adapted walking frame, he has re-emerged into public view with his  heroic marathon round London's streets and so far has raised nearly  £53,000 for his chosen charity. Eddie is currently at the 20-mile mark  and is due to finish at Buckingham Palace on Monday 6 June. He describes it as  his greatest stunt yet.
I hope he gets a huge crowd when he finally walks across the finishing line. 
Mrs CC and I were lucky enough  to get to meet Eddie and his lovely wife Sami at the recent I, Superbiker  premiere in Leicester Square. He's a terrific bloke and judging by the way he played around with the missus, still has that  little glint in his eye! In a world that worships minor celebrity, X-Factor wannabees and  the bloated millionaires that pass as Premiership footballers, Eddie  Kidd stands tall as a REAL hero. All power to him.
Eddie's fundraising page is here




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