Formed in the late ’40s, Black Bike Week has grown from a small (and unfortunately, necessary, thanks to segregation) side event to a solid gathering in its own right. Although the street name has changed from Second Avenue to Dr. Mary McLeod Bethune Blvd., the flavor remains more laid back. However, don’t think that this means that Black Bike Week is boring. Instead, it retains much of its homegrown charm of previous eras’ Bike Week celebrations – when compared to the main Bike Week’s tendency to be overrun by corporate sponsored commercialism designed to empty wallets. While you won’t find the mayhem that sometimes overtakes Main Street, Black Bike Week still centers on our favorite two-wheeled vehicles. Touring rigs line up with cruisers, next to Harleys and stretched sportbikes (before their late night illicit street racing) for multi-denominational motorcycling fun. So, if you have a fondness for down-home food, music (hip-hop and old-school funk), and a more family-oriented motorcycle environment, head on over to Black Bike Week. Everyone is welcome.