The car Duke Ferdinand, nephew of Emperor Franz Josef and heir to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, is shot to death...
The car Duke Ferdinand, nephew of Emperor Franz Josef and heir to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, is shot to death along with his wife by a Serbian nationalist in Sarajevo, Bosnia, in 1914. That started the outbreak of
World war 1.
But look at the cars number plate 11 11 18 the end of the First World War.
That's not all that's creepy about this car, the following is an account after the assassination.
After the Armistice, the newly appointed Governor of Yugoslavia had the car restored to first-class condition.
But after four accidents and the loss of his right arm, he felt the vehicle should be destroyed. His friend Dr. Srikis disagreed. Scoffing at the notion that a car could be cursed, he drove it happily for six months–till the overturned vehicle was found on the highway with the doctor’s crushed body beneath it.
Another doctor became the next owner, but when his superstitious patients began to desert him, he hastily sold it to a Swiss race driver. In a road race in the Dolomites, the car threw him over a stone wall and he died of a broken neck.
A well-to-do farmer acquired the car, which stalled one day on the road to market. While another farmer was towing it for repairs, the vehicle suddenly growled into full power and knocked the tow-car aside in a careening rush down the highway. Both farmers were killed.
Tiber Hirschfield, the last private owner, decided that all the old car needed was a less sinister paint job. He had it repainted in a cheerful blue shade and invited five friends to accompany him to a wedding. Hirschfield and four of his guests died in a gruesome head-on collision.
Fact or fiction. You decide
World war 1.
But look at the cars number plate 11 11 18 the end of the First World War.
That's not all that's creepy about this car, the following is an account after the assassination.
After the Armistice, the newly appointed Governor of Yugoslavia had the car restored to first-class condition.
But after four accidents and the loss of his right arm, he felt the vehicle should be destroyed. His friend Dr. Srikis disagreed. Scoffing at the notion that a car could be cursed, he drove it happily for six months–till the overturned vehicle was found on the highway with the doctor’s crushed body beneath it.
Another doctor became the next owner, but when his superstitious patients began to desert him, he hastily sold it to a Swiss race driver. In a road race in the Dolomites, the car threw him over a stone wall and he died of a broken neck.
A well-to-do farmer acquired the car, which stalled one day on the road to market. While another farmer was towing it for repairs, the vehicle suddenly growled into full power and knocked the tow-car aside in a careening rush down the highway. Both farmers were killed.
Tiber Hirschfield, the last private owner, decided that all the old car needed was a less sinister paint job. He had it repainted in a cheerful blue shade and invited five friends to accompany him to a wedding. Hirschfield and four of his guests died in a gruesome head-on collision.
Fact or fiction. You decide
That's quite a history! I do love old cars, but I think I'd pass on this one even though I'm not very superstitious! It's just too creepy. Why take chances!
ReplyDeletegood grief! that's some amazing story!!!!!
ReplyDeleteFor all the accidents it was in, it sure looks good. I don't know if I believe in cursed cars or not. But it sure was interesting to read the legend attached to this one.
ReplyDeleteThanks Darran Hughes for the very creepy and interesting post.
Very interesting, thanks for posting.
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