It Is All A Rainbow

This weekend was Pride weekend in San Francisco (many other places, too). Like myself, the San Francisco Gay Pride Parade is 41 this year. I like to think we both are looking pretty good. And in both cases, bicycles have become a part of the celebration.

There was, of course, the leather boy biker. It wouldn't be Pride without the leather boy (or the naked biker guy, but I didn't get a good shot of him).

Jill brought her bubble machine to ensure that proper SF bicycle event etiquette was observed. She was not only with the SFBC contingent (didn't get any good shots of them, either. I was in a bad spot), she seemed to just ride along the sides of the route and keep spirits up. Not a bad gig.

For the last few years, the Parade has been changing. What was a call to keep people alive back in the 90's is now a call to just let people get on with the perfectly normal parts of life we all think we will participate in when we grow up- get married, have kids, have jobs... This year there were many groups marching to show that being gay does not mean you look that much different than anyone else.

Of course, we all look better on a bike! No matter how many Moms we have! Or Dads. We don't discriminate around here.

People showed up to watch the spectacle on their bikes. Some decided to ride in threes.

Others watched alone.

Úna and Declan got silly in the closed off street,

and Cameron marched with the Assemblywoman he is working for this summer!

Not a bad Pride Parade, in my book. I love my City.