The Queer Issue: Gay Motorcycle Clubs in New York

The wild ones, a new cycle of cruising

In Wind's office, framed pictures of his Harley Road King surround a photo of his partner, who seemed only to squeeze into the frame because he's perched on Wind's hog. When a member of the Cruisers fishes a photo from his wallet and beams proudly, it's not of a boyfriend—it's of his bike.

"It's really about the riding, meeting up and going on the ride, then going out to dinner," LaCapra says. It's a world away from the Hell's Angels image still cherished by many straight bikers. If there are queer bad-boy bikers, they are a dying breed. "The older guys—the ones who started it—are more into the leather," LaCapra agrees.

He also sees any sort of sexual response to biking culture as something that's typified by an outsider-looking-in gaze, and one that won't last. And what about that hot flash I experienced on the Cold Spring ride? LaCapra empathizes, but not a lot. "It's very stimulating," he says, shrugging. For him, it's less about sexual frisson and more about mechanical vibrations. "You can just throttle and go super-fast. It's like having your own roller coaster."

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