It happens once a year in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Where my parents decided to move to when I was nine. When I was younger we’d wake up to bikers passed out on our lawns. A lot of people died in those days. DMX and the Ruff Ryders attended every year. The best was when you’d get stuck behind a bike gang at a stop light.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Bike_Week