What you experienced on La Brea was almost certainly one of Los Angeles’ large informal motorcycle “ride-outs.” These are not outlaw biker gangs like the Hells Angels, and they’re usually not organized crime in any meaningful sense. They’re typically big, loosely coordinated social rides made up mostly of young riders — often teens and people in their early twenties — on small sport bikes, dirt bikes, 250cc street bikes, or Honda Grom–type machines. They’re small enough bikes to feel like “high school seniors on motorcycles,” exactly as you described.
These events are usually organized through Instagram, Snapchat, or TikTok, sometimes the same day. A starting point is shared, and then the group moves as a pack through major corridors. The destination is often secondary to the ride itself. The goal is visibility, momentum, and the shared experience of moving through the city together.
The reason there are so many at once is partly practical and partly theatrical. Riding in a very large group prevents cars from splitting them apart and creates a kind of rolling bubble of control. It also makes it harder for police to single out individual riders. At the same time, there is undeniably a performance element: revving engines, swarming lanes, occasionally popping wheelies, and sometimes briefly blocking intersections so the entire group can pass through intact. From inside a car, it can feel chaotic or even invasive, but within the group there is usually a loose internal coordination.
Legally, it lives in a gray area. Simply riding together is legal. But blocking intersections, weaving aggressively, performing stunts, or boxing in cars crosses into traffic violations. LAPD response varies. Sometimes they monitor and let the group pass; sometimes they try to disperse them. Often, unless things escalate, they let the wave move through.
La Brea makes sense as a corridor for this kind of event. It’s wide, straight, and connects multiple neighborhoods. It allows a large group to stay visually connected and to regroup if stretched out. Mid-City is a convenient central artery that riders from South LA, the Westside, Hollywood, and the Valley can all access.
What makes it feel so surreal is that for a brief moment, the normal hierarchy of traffic flips. Cars — usually the dominant force — become static objects. The swarm becomes the organizing energy. Your “bees” metaphor is psychologically accurate. Humans respond strongly to coordinated group motion; it triggers a deep instinctive awareness.
In most cases, the safest response is exactly what you likely did: stay steady, don’t accelerate into gaps, don’t honk aggressively, and don’t try to assert lane dominance. The swarm passes, and the city resets to normal within a minute or two.
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