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04-24-2005, 02:39 AM
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Bonnie and Clyde's Death Car, Ford V8, behind plexiglass
Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow
Ever since the massacre in Grapevine, in which he killed the motorcycle trooper, Henry Methvin was skittish. He had known from that moment on that he had gotten into something way over his head. And he had heard the "death talk" during the Barrow- Parker reunion; had seen the sullen faces; had read Bonnie’s poem which spoke of death. Henry Methvin was not presupposed to the idea of accepting what Bonnie called "the wages of sin". Simply, Henry wanted to live.
By the time they arrived in Shreveport, Methvin was a bundle of nerves. Holing up at Iverson’s out-of-the-way cabin off Sailes Road, Henry confessed his fears to his father. While Bonnie and Clyde slept in an adjoining room, he rued his association with them. He wished, he told Iverson, that he could wake up and find himself pardoned of all his crimes and start life anew. This gave Iverson an idea.
When Hamer, Hinton and the other troopers paused in Shreveport on May 19, they felt that the end was near. Hamer contacted Chief of Police Tom Bryan to inform him of their plans for an ambush, but in turn received startling news. Mr. Methvin had paid Bryan a visit offering a deal: Bonnie and Clyde for a reduced sentence for his son. Hamer asked to see Iverson Methvin immediately.
Story of Bonnie and Clyde (http://www.crimelibrary.com/gangsters_outlaws/outlaws/bonnie/1.html)
more on them (http://www.historybuff.com/library/refbonnie.html)
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With dozens of rounds striking their bodies, Clyde's head flew back
and Bonnie's toppled forward. Clyde's foot slipped off of the clutch
pedal and the car rolled into a ditch.
The lawmen stood looking at the bullet-riddled car for several seconds,
and when no return fire came back at them, they lowered their weapons.
Inside the car they found, a bloodstained map of the state of Louisiana,
Clyde's sunglasses, Bonnie's cosmetics, a detective magazine and her
partially eaten sandwich.
Clyde had over five hundred dollars in his wallet, when inspected!
Besides the large arsenal of weapons found throughout the car, the
lawmen found under the back seat, fifteen license plates from various
states.
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MAY 23, 1934
The ambush site was surrounded by dense
woodlands. The road that Barrow and his companion
would be traveling that day, was long and straight.
The sun had just begun to rise on the early morning
hours of Wednesday, May 23rd 1934. After spending
the night in the Louisiana woods, being tormented
by mosquitoes and chiggers, the members of the posse
were ready to call it a night, but decided to wait
another half hour.
Just then, they heard the distant sound, of a car
approaching at a considerable speed. Bonnie Parker
was sitting on the passenger side, eating a sandwich
and reading a magazine. Clyde Barrow was driving in
his stocking feet. He had noticed is friend's disabled
truck, on the side of the road and pulled over to offer
assistance, not knowing, that this was just a ploy,
by the lawmen to ambush them.
Bonnie, upon seeing movement in the bushes, screamed!
The sound of gunfire broke the morning stillness.
The impact of the bullets, sent the shattered pieces
of the windows flying through the air. Clyde raised his
Browning rifle to fire, but never got off a shot,
The gun had jammed. As the volley of bullets met their
targets, the back of Clyde's head exploded and at the
moment of death, his foot slipped off of the clutch
pedal, causing the car, which was in low gear, to roll
about thirty feet, before crashing into a ditch.
The view inside showed Clyde's head snapped backwards,
mouth open, and blood streaks splayed across his face.
Bonnie's small framed body, slumped forward, her right
hand blown completely away. The bloody map of Louisiana,
lay on the seat beside her.
Clyde and his weapons (http://texashideout.tripod.com/guns.html)
Old Time Police Cars
(http://texashideout.tripod.com/copcar.html)
Posse of six (http://texashideout.tripod.com/posse.html)
Texas Hide Out (http://texashideout.tripod.com/bc.htm)
http://mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk/microlearn/bc/buck.jpg
http://www.jeffreysward.com/gallery/gallerybonnieclyde/images/bc11b1q5w500.jpg
http://mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk/microlearn/bc/shotcar.jpg
http://www.dallasnews.com/s/dws/spe/2003/bonnieclyde/slideshow/slides/bc20.jpg
More pictures (http://www.visitusa.com/wallpaper/page2/bonnieclyde.jpg)
side view (http://mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk/microlearn/bc/crowdsatcar.jpg)
Bonnie and Clyde's Death Car, Ford V8, behind plexiglass
Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow
Ever since the massacre in Grapevine, in which he killed the motorcycle trooper, Henry Methvin was skittish. He had known from that moment on that he had gotten into something way over his head. And he had heard the "death talk" during the Barrow- Parker reunion; had seen the sullen faces; had read Bonnie’s poem which spoke of death. Henry Methvin was not presupposed to the idea of accepting what Bonnie called "the wages of sin". Simply, Henry wanted to live.
By the time they arrived in Shreveport, Methvin was a bundle of nerves. Holing up at Iverson’s out-of-the-way cabin off Sailes Road, Henry confessed his fears to his father. While Bonnie and Clyde slept in an adjoining room, he rued his association with them. He wished, he told Iverson, that he could wake up and find himself pardoned of all his crimes and start life anew. This gave Iverson an idea.
When Hamer, Hinton and the other troopers paused in Shreveport on May 19, they felt that the end was near. Hamer contacted Chief of Police Tom Bryan to inform him of their plans for an ambush, but in turn received startling news. Mr. Methvin had paid Bryan a visit offering a deal: Bonnie and Clyde for a reduced sentence for his son. Hamer asked to see Iverson Methvin immediately.
Story of Bonnie and Clyde (http://www.crimelibrary.com/gangsters_outlaws/outlaws/bonnie/1.html)
more on them (http://www.historybuff.com/library/refbonnie.html)
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http://texashideout.tripod.com/intimes.JPG
With dozens of rounds striking their bodies, Clyde's head flew back
and Bonnie's toppled forward. Clyde's foot slipped off of the clutch
pedal and the car rolled into a ditch.
The lawmen stood looking at the bullet-riddled car for several seconds,
and when no return fire came back at them, they lowered their weapons.
Inside the car they found, a bloodstained map of the state of Louisiana,
Clyde's sunglasses, Bonnie's cosmetics, a detective magazine and her
partially eaten sandwich.
Clyde had over five hundred dollars in his wallet, when inspected!
Besides the large arsenal of weapons found throughout the car, the
lawmen found under the back seat, fifteen license plates from various
states.
http://texashideout.tripod.com/bgshot.JPGhttp://texashideout.tripod.com/journal.JPGhttp://texashideout.tripod.com/girlpal.JPG
MAY 23, 1934
The ambush site was surrounded by dense
woodlands. The road that Barrow and his companion
would be traveling that day, was long and straight.
The sun had just begun to rise on the early morning
hours of Wednesday, May 23rd 1934. After spending
the night in the Louisiana woods, being tormented
by mosquitoes and chiggers, the members of the posse
were ready to call it a night, but decided to wait
another half hour.
Just then, they heard the distant sound, of a car
approaching at a considerable speed. Bonnie Parker
was sitting on the passenger side, eating a sandwich
and reading a magazine. Clyde Barrow was driving in
his stocking feet. He had noticed is friend's disabled
truck, on the side of the road and pulled over to offer
assistance, not knowing, that this was just a ploy,
by the lawmen to ambush them.
Bonnie, upon seeing movement in the bushes, screamed!
The sound of gunfire broke the morning stillness.
The impact of the bullets, sent the shattered pieces
of the windows flying through the air. Clyde raised his
Browning rifle to fire, but never got off a shot,
The gun had jammed. As the volley of bullets met their
targets, the back of Clyde's head exploded and at the
moment of death, his foot slipped off of the clutch
pedal, causing the car, which was in low gear, to roll
about thirty feet, before crashing into a ditch.
The view inside showed Clyde's head snapped backwards,
mouth open, and blood streaks splayed across his face.
Bonnie's small framed body, slumped forward, her right
hand blown completely away. The bloody map of Louisiana,
lay on the seat beside her.
Clyde and his weapons (http://texashideout.tripod.com/guns.html)
Old Time Police Cars
(http://texashideout.tripod.com/copcar.html)
Posse of six (http://texashideout.tripod.com/posse.html)
Texas Hide Out (http://texashideout.tripod.com/bc.htm)