Yesterday I went on a police-escorted ride which always happens to be held on the same date as the DC Pride Festival in Washington, DC. I have gone on this ride held the second Sunday of June for many years. (2013;   2012   2011…)

As I have posted several times before, going to the DC Pride Festival is about the last thing…

… my spouse and I would want to do. Why? We are not “party boys.” Standing around in the hot sun and a party atmosphere is not something we are interested in doing. And what the local newspaper says is so true — “Gay Pride” is almost anticlimactic. The event in DC has turned into a big party.

My spouse and I are already legally married. I have spousal benefits from the U.S. Government. The thin layers of restriction in other states are crumbling almost daily. Yeah… let’s move on.

Instead, I mounted my iron horse…
…met some buddies…
…played follow-the-leader…
…had several hundred behind me…
… and when we arrived at the destination, I turned right around and scooted back home. My spouse had a bad day yesterday and I had to get back.

Life is short: show your pride in how you live.