So I got called out on not posting more pictures after letting it slip that I’d taken 2500 photos so far in July.
*cough* Beth *cough*
All that means y’all, is that I need to figure out my camera and I have maybe 200 shots worth keeping. Heck, I figure it’s only batteries and memory card space, right?
So in lieu of our sleeping True Story Tuesday carnival, I thought I’d show y’all a bit of how us small town folk have fun when the weather finally heats up…
First off, make sure you’re dressed to impress the ladies:
(or at least the mommies… )
Waaaaaitaminute… I think I have that one figured out…
Back to the parade – start off with some of our famous motorcycle drill team fellas:
Yes, they were that close.
This was half of the drill team doing fly-by high-fives with eachother. Except the dude on the left was high-fiving the crowd too. Wait… who’s driving that thing?
Allow me to vent for a minute… parades mean you’re not supposed to use streets that are blocked off, right?
So when you see the motorcycles zooming by, don’t squeak past the signs and pull out in front of them. Yep, the entire parade paused to allow a brilliant pickup driver to go his merry way down Main Street.
During that little intermission, let’s introduce Cutie Left and Cindy Lou Who… cuz we love ‘em to pieces:
Then Itty Bit warned me…
Was it the local band?
The giant backhoe loader?
The way cool antique tractor?
The military truck?
The blackpowder guns firing?
The Mudstang? (Oh yes, the MUDSTANG)
The giant shopping cart? (Yes, we know how to do it up right)
Couldn’t be this wee thing?
But it just might have been the biggest durn motorcycle you’ve ever seen???
See, big cities don’t have it all :)
And of course, we had the requisite campaigners, cheerleading teams, and royalty. Including this exhausted little doll who had to prop her princess waving hand up… look closely, hee hee!
Can’t miss the line of classic cars:
At long last, my favorite!
Isn’t her ride just beautiful?!?!
All was fine and dandy until someone breached that “crossing the street in the middle of a parade” thing again.
A woman with a little one in a stroller and another little one trotting alongside walked directly behind one of the equestrian teams. UGH! Talk about people who are clueless about safety.
One of the horses had enjoyed their fill of all the loud attractions described above, and that stroller was the last straw. A few pictures couldn’t quite capture all the action:
The horse started backing in figure-eights. A man pushed the horse away from the crowd, but it looped around to back into the other side. Ultimately the safest solution was a rather sad sight.
(Any of my horsey friends – would love to hear your take)
So we finished off with our own horsey rides:
And we figured out just how big that motorcycle is…
(So Beth… there ya go. A verbal landslide of pictures… are you sorry you asked? :)
And that is how you rock a small town parade.