He rolled through Sarajevo in an open-top convertible - in a city full of anti-Austrian rage - and the exact parade route was published in the paper, like a personal invitation to The Black Hand.
One assassin lobbed a grenade at his car, but it bounced off and blew up the vehicle behind him.
Did they cancel the visit? Nope. Later that day, they decided to visit the wounded - by driving the same route. After a wrong turn, the car stalled right in front of Gavrilo Princip, who didn’t miss his second chance. He just stepped forward and pulled the trigger.
I'm curious, how old are you?
I'm 35 and had pretty much the exact same experience, but I also chalk a lot of that up to living out in the boonies.