Coincidentally, regarding my growing up in 1960s in the Manhattan neighborhood where the Hells Angels (still) have a club, I saw some of them hanging out in front sniffing glue. And they weren't exactly 'kids', but grown men in their 30s or 40s. This was in the late 60s, or early 70s. They also harassed a biker friend of my brother's who made the mistake of walking his disabled Harley "Trike" (customized 3-wheeler chopper) down their block. They grabbed hold of the 'sissy' bar (that's what it was called) and wouldn't let him go until they gave him a good talking to about going down that block.
Lower east side around Houston and Second?
O.K. Here’s my second hand biker story.
20 years ago or so, several of my friends got into the Harley Biker thing. All had grown up on motorcycles but they bought Harleys, vests, leathers etc. and started a local “club”. It was all in fun......Business owners, lawyers, factory workers, white collar. All responsible working guys.
So, about 10 of ‘em get together and ride down to Phenix City. Went to a strip club. Didn’t think anything about it. Not long after they got there several other bikers came in. They were not the business owner, white collar, working guy types. They were real bikers. And they thought “my” bunch was there to take over their bar. Apparently several of their biker chicks worked there, if they didn’t outright own it.
They strongly suggested that my buddies come with them. Kidnapped them at gunpoint actually. Took’em back to their clubhouse. Blindfolded. Thought they were dead. Didn’t touch them though. Did a lot of talkiing and a lot of checking stories. Kept them for about 8 hrs before letting them go with a suggestion that they don’t come back. They didn’t.
I don’t think one of them has put on leather since.