Your own blood always seems so bright red when you first see it. It’s only later, as it dries, that it goes dull and brown. Not the best start to a day, but at least the tires were properly inflated when all was said and done, and the mess was only on my hands and the garage floor, not on my mostly-white bert-n-ernie-are-gay shirt.
When I got to the staging area, a couple of the Dykes on Bikes were there, but it wasn’t till much later before any other scooters showed up, and very much later before anyone who was actually a regular in the SQREAM group made it. The guy with the signs never made it.
The electric scooter managed the whole run, and didn’t have any problems keeping up in the short runs we would have before circling around. I still had enough charge, I didn’t even bother looking for somewhere to plug in, once we got the Seattle Center.
I was really tired from getting up way too early (took an hour weaving orange thread thru the spokes of my wheels. Looked really cool…if you were 6 inches from it, just looked like an orange blob at speed. Would have been better served with less time and more wide crepe paper. Lessons learned.
Didn’t go back down to shoot the rest of the parade, didn’t even stay at the center too long before I went to take a quick nap. Did run up to visit Brad on the hill, got to meet a couple of people who’d been in drag during the parade (one of whom was still in drag and deep into the bottle), who both ended up being featured in the very tiny segment the news did on pride. The bar was enjoying it.
A typical pride day, really.