Everyone was enthralled and surcharged

Satsvarupa Goswami: Prabhupada was not only walking in a stately way with the parade, but he was also singing. His face appeared strained in an ecstatic way as he exerted himself, singing loudly with Madhudvisha’s infectiously blissful kirtana.
Bhutanatha: I was the pujari on Lord Balarama’s cart. Being elevated above the crowd, I could clearly see Srila Prabhupada. When he stopped and turned and put his arms in the air, the kirtana party went wild, the chanting became frenzied and Prabhupada smiled and urged them on to dance and chant by raising his arms in the air. Everyone became absorbed in the chanting, even young men and women who had had very little association with Krishna consciousness. They were all affected. Everyone was enthralled and surcharged with spiritual energy by Prabhupada’s association.
Bhadra: I walked behind Srila Prabhupada the whole route, and didn’t take my eyes off him. Sometimes he would say something to Vaikunthanatha or devotees that were near him. Every now and again he would turn around and stop and when he stopped, everything would stop. He would look up at Lord Caitanya with a wonderful look in his eyes. The expression of devotion on his face was beyond description, and he placed his palms together in great reverence. When he’d turn and start to walk, the whole parade would continue again.
Ugrasrava: It amazed me how the most unlikely people got into the spirit of the Ratha-yatra. I had invited a couple of big trade union leaders to attend—and they came! The presidents of the Transport Worker’s Union and the Amalgamated Metal Worker’s Union walked arm-in-arm for some distance, and appeared to enjoy the festival.
Adrian: We were all dancing and chanting with Srila Prabhupada, his head tilted slightly back. Suddenly Srila Prabhupada started smiling and laughing, pointing up to some building in the distance. I glanced up, and very high, at least eight or ten stories up, stood a tiny figure – a window cleaner on a trestle. He was wiggling his hips like a harem dancer, approximating the devotees’ dancing below. 
A little later, a rough, dishevelled-looking older man with long hair and beard came stumbling through the close cordon of devotees. Some of the devotees had tried to stop him barging through, but he ran right up to Srila Prabhupada and put out his hand. He was certainly not the sort of person you would like to touch Srila Prabhupada, but nevertheless Prabhupada reached out, shook his hand, and looked right into the man’s eyes, smiled and said, “Hare Krishna”.
The carts proceeded into Exhibition Street on the final leg of the parade. The sun, now visible through the sombre cloud covering, made the metallic braid on the backs of the fibreglass horses glisten. Occasionally, bursts of gold and silver glitter thrown from the carts also caught the warming rays of the sun.
Arca Murti: Towards the end of the parade, Srila Prabhupada started dancing. His movements were not gymnastic, but they were graceful and calm. He would start from the waist and shoulders, moving up and down in rhythm with the kirtana and then jump. He seemed to leap effortlessly into the air, and it appeared as if he was jumping in slow motion. His hands in the air, he would turn towards the Deity of Lord Caitanya, his face shining in bliss. I felt very privileged to see all this.
Vaikunthanatha: As the parade reached the last stretch and Prabhupada had been dancing somewhat, he suddenly turned to me, “Get me some water,” he said. I became a little panic-stricken and disappointed that I had not brought some water on the parade. I looked over and noticed a little house on the right. I ran over and there I saw two middle-aged couples leaning over the little picket fence watching the parade go by. I asked them if I could have some water and they ran in and handed me a full glass. I apologised that I would probably not be able to bring the glass back because the kirtana party was moving so fast. They said: “No, go ahead, take it. Hare Krishna. Good luck.”