How can I possibly express the thrill of living a dream come true?
Ever since I went to my first Gay Pride Parade (sounds like a wild Fisher Price toy set, doesn't it?) in 1991 in Seattle and cried when the Dykes on Bikes kicked off the parade roaring up and down Broadway in all their bad ass girl glory, I've wanted to sit on the back of someone's motorcycle and be part of it. Along with swimming with dolphins, publishing a book, visiting Sissinghurst, doing a triathlon, and some other things, it was at the top of my list of Things To Do Before I Die.
Yesterday -- 17 years later -- I did it!
400,000 people turned out for yesterday's Seattle Pride parade. The Dykes on Bikes fired up and kicked off the parade at 11am sharp. I don't know how many bikes were there -- maybe 150? Maybe more? It was beyond amazing being in the middle of that many rumbling Harleys and other big bikes! I shed a few tears of pure joy, and then we took off!
Wearing a pink boa, I sat on the back of Missy's bike as we roared up and down the street. I waved and yelled and slapped outstretched hands and laughed and hooted and waved some more and held on for dear life whenever Missy gunned it! We rode up and down the parade route for what felt like an hour, but was probably more like 30-40 minutes. It kicked ASS! I've never had so much fun in my life and I hope I get to do it again!
Afterwards we sat in the shade and caught some of the parade. To be honest I had shot my wad and was too satiated to take many photos. The ones I took will be posted here later today.
Missy asked if the experience lived up to my expectations -- sometimes dreams don't, y'know? -- and I can honestly say fulfilling this dream blew every single expectation out of the water. It was even more fun and more powerful than I ever imagined. I felt like a rock star . . . and I loved it! :)
P.S. My T-shirt says: "I taught your girlfriend that thing you like."