The plan was to drive up while the guards were wheeling the bags of money from the bank to the armored car, two men jumping out to make the grab while a third covered them with a Tommy gun, the car shoveling out copious smoke.
The smoke machine was genius. Ray bought it from a stage show gone bust in those early Depression years, strapped it to the running board of his Terraplane.
The guards couldn’t see to shoot, but Ray couldn’t see to drive. He crashed into a bus. They barely escaped.
The bags were full of mail, not money.
Don’t you hate it when that happens (fun story, too).
Love it… the best laid plans…