I used to live & work in Dallas in the early/mid 90's. I had to take the bus around for awhile. But I lived in Coppell, which didn't have bus service. The closest towns with bus service were Irving to the south, Carrollton to the east & Lewisville to the north. I had to walk from one end of the main road through Coppell (Sandy Lake Rd. and 121 highway) to the other end (I 35 freeway and Whitlock Rd) in Carrollton just to catch the bus. It's hard to forget walking 6 1/2 miles on one of the most deadliest roads in Texas in that hot ass heat. LOL Took me about 2 hours 15 minutes. But it was a little longer coming back because there was a slight hill by my house.
I was only 18 at the time so I could handle it. Now would probably take me 4 hours. lol I was happy as hell when I got my first car. An 83 Cadillac 2 door Coupe De'ville that I bought from an old pimp named pistol who lived close to Webb Chappel & Harry Hines, near Bachman Lake & Lovefield airport. It was strawberry w/ white leather interior, all stock, clean and well maintained. He let me have it for only $2,000. I friggen loved that car. But I didn't like living Texas. Especially being from California.
I had my share of hanging out in Dealey Plaza and Deep Elum though. And I've thought about why the motorcade didn't just go straight on Main if they were going to the Expo. They would have been clear on both sides. Instead they took the worst possible route, right next to buildings and areas that posed threats.
Anyone who goes should look inside the pergola on the grassy knoll. Only then can you appreciate why it was the perfect spot for an assassin. Behind the fence was way too open. Anybody back there could see you. But the pergola covers you all around with a back exit to slip out.
All you would need is a car backed up a foot or two from the fence with a woman driver so as to avoid suspicion. Have another person impersonating a cop or an agent to keep people from going back there while you throw your gun and yourself in the trunk.
The woman drives off alone with you and the gun in the trunk and the imposter walks off never to be seen again. The perfect crime from the perfect vantage point with a perfect exit.
