By Randall Hill

The residents of the small coastal communities along South Carolina’s Grand Strand feel the floors vibrate in their homes each year around the middle part of May. The cause is not natural in nature but man-made. For it’s the start of the annual motorcycle rallies that flow and ebb into the area each spring and bring in the start of the summer tourist season. It comes like a boxers hard punch to the face and floors the locals to the mat and into submission. A biker known as Wild Bill, parks his bike at Suck Bang Blow biker bar in Murrells Inlet, South Carolina, May 19, 2012 . REUTERS/Randall Hill

The rumble of the motors build as the first rally begins. Bikers, mostly comprised of older white males, ride Harley-Davidsons and other cruiser type motorcycles. They seem to be trying to live out their testosterone-filled dreams like the characters in the 1969 film Easy Rider. Most are bankers, lawyers, mechanics and other professionals who trailer their bikes to Myrtle Beach looking for an escape from the everyday experience they live back home.

The second rally, The Atlantic Beach Memorial Day Bikefest, is comprised of mostly young African-Americans in their 20’s, decked out on Japanese sports bikes the locals call crotch rockets. Most come celebrating the Memorial Day weekend with members of bike clubs formed back home. They dart in and out of traffic en masse like large swarms of wasps.

Covering the bike rallies over the last 12 years for the local newspaper and this year for Reuters has been a lesson in sensitivity and respect for those that are unique and different. The bike weeks bring out the extremes of culture for both whites and blacks. A journalist is caught between making sure the harsh stereotypes of culture are not carried on but rather that the truth of the events are told.

We see everything and sometimes things you don’t want to see.

For instance, this year during the Harley rally, during intermission at a Midget Wrestling event, there was a competition where ladies competed to see who could get a midget wrestler aroused. The top prize was $50 dollars and a photo with the wrestler. Beer girls in string bikinis took tips in their cleavage. Many were mothers trying to make ends meet with the extra money they earn during the rallies.