Things Happen in Threes… Oops!

An utterly bizarre thing has happened to me. On two consecutive days, a car has driven off the road right in front of me. First day, early morning: Dave and I with Leo and Jaymee in the car, heading for the gymnastics centre. Small patch of ice (unexpected for all since not forecast): car coming towards us, sees the icy patch, slams on the brakes, inevitably slides straight off the highway into a fence, right in front of us. Distressed lady, but no injury, so cellphone at the ready to contact her husband. Dropped her at the next house, where they gave her sweet coffee. Don’t envy her when husband sees what she did with the car.

Next day, midday, on my own, country road, following beaten-up old car travelling at sedate pace driven by elderly man. Neither of us in hurry, so content not to overtake. He drives normally for about two miles then, approaching slow right-hand curve, he continues at a steady speed in a dead straight line until he hits the embankment on the other side of the road, slams into a tree and almost overturns. Oncoming car avoids him – just.

I think he either fell asleep or had a blackout. He was able to get out of the car unaided after I helped him to unfasten his belt, and appeared uninjured, but seemed unaware of what had happened. Terrible smell of burning before it occurred to me to switch off his engine. Sat him down in the other car until police arrived. Grudging thanks for directing traffic around the incident, then summarily dismissed! ‘We’ll handle the traffic now, thank you sir!’ And that after the officers had first jumped to the conclusion that the wrecked car had been driven by me…

They say things happen in threes (or at least, my mum back in Oxford UK does). So its fingers crossed and unusually cautious driving now!

Talking of threes, on a more cheerful note:

Sweet, huh? And then, doing what we all love to do…

…that’s get stuck into the weights, not show off… OK, we do like to show off… – anyway, these lads seem to have done a good job for themselves.

Another trio pic that I came across, from ‘Vish’ in Russia:

And finally, Russian boys at play:

Stay safe, mind the ice if you have it, drive carefully (and keep away from me and my car!), and play hard as well as work hard.

Oh, and yeah (I can’t resist this plug): the books are a Trilogy, right? Gay acrobats falling in love, getting shot at and more… could just be a stocking filler for that special guy. Just in case, Vol 1 is out now and Vol 2 in January. The grand finale is half finished in a laptop – now there’s something useful I can do over Christmas!

About tonycavanagh

Born Northampton UK; school Oxford UK and Oak Ridge Tennessee, where I met my wonderful partner Dave, also from UK. Oak Ridge is our main training base for acrobatics and circus stuff, but we also established a base in Wales (UK) to serve us when we are working in Europe. Our 'story', of finding gay love, learning the acrobatics trade and then of how we got shot at during our show (and worse was to follow - just to prove that the risks of being an acrobat are not always the most obvious ones!) are now available in my three books 'Loving the Boy', 'The Power of Love' and 'Against All Odds'. Links available on most blog posts. Actually, waiting for the imminent arrival of the first printed copies was far scarier than anything we do in performance. A fourth book - not about us but exploring the sadness of a gay Native American boy denied his true identity - is currently with an agent for evaluation. watch for 'Let The Future Find Me' in due time. And now to book five... another boy, another quest... seems its always boys...
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