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The Ford whipped down the road at close to 70 miles per hour. It was at June 9, 1933 in

Wellington, Texas and Clyde Barrow relished the chance to drive fast just for the fun of

it. Bonnie Parker sat in the passenger seat and a fellow gang member WD Jones sat in the

back. They were all in a good mood. There was no police on their trail. There was no exchange

of gunfire. It was just a lovely moonlit night and for once they could relax. But maybe

they were too relaxed. Or maybe the moon wasn't quite bright enough. Because none of them

saw the detour sign on the side of the road as Clyde's Ford flew past. The car barrelled

through a wooden barricade and onto an unfinished road. Before Clyde could do anything, the

Ford launched a new spiral tour to reveal. The crash shattered the windshield and jammed

the door shut. Clyde and WD were stuck, but they were all right. Bonnie wasn't. She screamed

as the cracked car battery spewed acid over her leg. Her skin burned and seemed to just

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