I'm Obsessed with a Dude in a Dress

 Every year, health and weather permitting we participate in the annual motorcycle toy run that benefits toys for tots. To get through the gate and line up you either have to donate $15.00 or bring a toy. This year a whopping 17,000 bikers showed up for the cause, it was about thirty degrees last Saturday morning, I was bundled up in leggings, jeans, assless chaps, a long sleeve t shirt, a wool sweater, and my leather jacket, and I was warm.

This guy, dresses like this every year, I don't know if he always cross dresses, I completely admire him if he does. I appreciate anybody who lives honestly and isn't afraid to show all of their true colors, it's a hard choice to make and it's a hard life to live. And I applaud them all.

These are some of the pictures I was able to take of him, I wasn't able to get close enough to talk to him, and Steve would have been embarrassed.

Sorry he's sideways, I rotated him on my pc but for some reason rotated pix never stay that way.

The Cossacs also preformed, they're a motorcycle drill and stunt team from Seattle and all of their bikes are from the 20's and 30's.

Something I found extremely ironic, is that the ride went past the Occupy Olympia camp, they were out there with their signs to stop consumerism, and whatnot, and all of these bikes were bringing toys for kids whose parents can't afford it. If you look closely across the lake, the blue tarps are the camp and the bikes are lined up on both sides of the road for over a mile, at some points they were lined up two deep. This was the 34th annual run, and I hope that one day, it won't be necessary, but until then, bikers will gather, in freezing fog or snow or sun to ensure that kids have something to open on Christmas morning.

I'm also trying to help Jacque win a contest, I don't have pictures of the toys we took, but I had The Game of Life and Yahtzee, and when we got to the end of the run where we drop off toys, I gave a dollar to the Salvation Army pot while I was waiting for coffee.