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GEM SPA: Setting up shop at 7:25 AM.


“I heard the erroneous report of the demise of Gem Spa on 1010 WINS, YOU GIVE US 22 MINUTES, WE GIVE YOU THE WORLD. Yeah, more like, ‘We give you 22 minutes of B.S.’ Once again Genghis and the Seedy X-Bar give us the real story. “


Hey man, I’m no journalist. However, I have good reason to believe that I was the first source, either in the old media or the new media, to break the story about Gem Spa still being in business. This story about Gem Spa’s status quo, contradicted the news that was blared around the world, about Gem Spa’s untimely demise. In fact, I broke the story with my article “Gem Spa Lives!” on the same morning that the false rumor about Gem Spa hit the airwaves. How’s that for efficiency, huh? Not bad for biker trash. My timely report was enabled by my visit that very morning, to Gem Spa, which was open for business as usual.

That’s my friend in that picture yer lookin’ at, who’s usually behind the counter at Gem Spa, the very morning that the aforesaid rumor spread like wildfire through dry tinder. Yup, there he is, settin’ up shop that morning, living proof that Gem Spa Lives. And continues to live. Gem Spa will go the distance, just like it always has, since the days when Gem Spa hosted the Tattooed Menaces on Harleys in the ’60s. Gem Spa means a lot to many people, yers truly included. Check this out, man:

My kids owe their very existence to Gem Spa.

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SALLY THE BITCH: My Sportster in the ’60s.

Ya see, the mother of my children and I met in front of Gem Spa, as a direct result of Gem Spa’s being a biker hangout. One sunny day in the summer of ’69, I was parked in front of Gem Spa along with my buddy Mitch “Hippie” Diamond, him with his gold panhead rigid, and me with my Sportster, “Sally The Bitch.” Mitch and my ex-old lady Nancie knew each other through the biker circles of the Lower East Side. Nancie came up to me and said, “Hi, I’m Nancie. Nice bike.” I said, thanks, wanna go for a ride? She said, “Sure, and I have my own helmet. I’ll go get it.” Mitch winked an eye at me.

She did, and it was a yellow half-helmet with a dragon hand-painted on it. It turns out that it was painted by a mutual one percenter friend of ours, Arthur “Steppenwolf” Sellers, who belonged to the Rat Pack M.C. After we took that first ride together, Nancie and I became a couple.

Of course, our children came from the union, which is how I attribute my kids’ existence to Gem Spa, which was a biker magnet. Gem Spa was a magnet for bikers and biker folk like my ex. Gem Spa in that era, was every bit as significant for the biker subculture of America, as the Ace Cafe was for the British biker culture. Both acted as sociological anchors, for bikers that needed bases to which, we could report. Ours was a congregation of the Harley Faithful.

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MITCH “HIPPIE” DIAMOND: “Let’s show the squares some class!”

As a base for bikers to meet, Gem Spa also acted as an starting point for impromptu rides. When the movie “Easy Rider” came out, Mitch and I decided to ride to “Easy Rider’s” premiere on Broadway. This was a heavily promoted movie premiere, which received almost daily PR in the media, leading up to the event. Mitch and I knew that there would be a throng of moviegoers waiting on line for the first, early show. Mitch said, “Hey Genghis. Let’s show the squares some class!” Mitch and I hopped on our bikes and kicked ’em over. Broadway, here we come.

Mitch was quite a character, with a flair for the dramatic. His plan was for us to blast down Broadway until we reached the mouth of the theater that “Easy Riders” was debuting in, stop in front of the crowd, and shock the citizens with a loud dose of good ‘ole Harley thunder from four straight pipes. Then we’d peel off in the best tire-burning fashion, and with a little luck, at least a wheelie from one of us.

We rode up Sixth Avenue until we got a few blocks north of the theater, and turned left toward Broadway (Broadway is really seventh Avenue, which is one block west of, and parallel to Sixth Avenue), then hung another left on Broadway toward the theater. We had a few blocks to build up a head of steam before we got to the theater.

This allowed the sound from my Sportster’s drag pipes and from Mitch’s panhead’s fishtails, to reverberate off of the buildings on either side of Broadway as we approached the theater. The entrance of the theater looked like a hungry maw, preparing to devour the hordes of suicidal moviegoers. Peter Fonda’s Harley was the appetizer.

The line in front of the theater was impressive. The line snaked down Broadway from the ticket window, and around the corner at the end of the block. Of course, this crowd heard us before they saw us. Our Harleys sounded like an angry marching band on steroids, like Armageddon Coming. The day of the Harley locusts had arrived.

Mitch and I braked to a stop in front of the crowd, blipped our throttles, and then blasted down Broadway like avenging interlopers. There were many moviegoers’ mouths left hangin’ wide open in that crowd, accompanied by wide eyes with pupils maximally dilated to 7 millimeters, not to mention bilaterally perforated eardums from the ear-splitting exhaust. Shock the squares, baby!

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ANGELS ON BROADWAY: An NYC Hells Angel patrolling Broadway.

Occasionally, Gem Spa became the center of Bad Blood. One day in 1969, a Pagan I knew as “Patch” came racing around Gem Spa, which is situated at the corner of St. Marks Place and Second Avenue. Patch and I worked together at the Quick Trip Messenger Service as motorcycle messengers. Patch rode a panhead rigid. Patch was a lookalike for the actor Dirk Benedict, except that he wore a black patch over his left eye, presumably because he lost an eye due to trauma. This is why he was known as Patch.

He ran into me as I was walking on St Marks Place, his hair and face flying sweat as he ran. I said to him, what’s goin’ on? He said, “They’re after me.” I said, who? Patch said, “The Angels.” Unfortunately for Patch, he descended into Hells Angel territory, and the Pagans M.C. were not on good terms with the HAMC.

That day, three Hells Angels parked their Harleys in front of Gem Spa and were just hangin’, and they spotted Patch and took after him. After my brief exchange with Patch, he ran down the street and up the stairs of a brownstone, and into the foyer of the building. I don’t know if the Angels found him there. I only know that I never saw Patch, ever again.

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Gem Spa means many things to many people. Consider it a Rorschach test for Gem Spa’s loyal customers, whose test answers depend entirely on how each customer perceived the role of the store, in ther lives. For me of course, Gem Spa is part and parcel of the fabric of the biker subculture of New York City. It is more than that to me, though.

It also represents the prime source of all the magazines I wrote for, and eagerly looked forward to acquiring every month, those magazines hit the stands. This includes David Snow’s iconic Iron Horse magazine. Gem Spa is also where I buy my car and bike magazines.

I just bought Road & Track and Car & Driver. Perusing the magazine racks at Gem Spa is not merely an exercise in biker nostalgia. These magazine racks are a constant source for feeding my head, and my head sorely needs to be fed on a consistent basis. The mind is a voracious animal, and it demands its nutritional due. I’m glad that I was the first to report, that Gem Spa is alive and thriving. I’ll report, you decide. Later.



  1. hacksaw Says:

    long live Gem Spa!

  2. Tim Says:

    Was @ Gem spa yesterday after my Drs. appointment @ 18th & 2nd ave. . Decided to check out the magazine racks and an egg cream. Realized I’ve been there a few times over the years. One time my friend Steve and I had a few beers in us and scored a coupla “huggy bear” leapord skin pimp hats and went to see the band “the Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black (but that’s a WHOLE ‘nother story!). Picked up a Street Chopper for the ride back on the L.I.R.R.. In the back of the magazine they had a cover from days gone past (1974). What interested me in that pic was that the cover bike had a girder front end that I have that I’ve been trying to I.D.. Went to a friends house later on and we were going through his old bike rags and came across that very issue!! How’s that for Gem spa Karma! Unfortunatly, it still did’nt give me the name of that girder, but it did give me something to write about!!



    Tim, I bought the same issue of Street Chopper at Gem Spa yesterday. That’s at least TWO bikers that visited Gem Spa yesterday.


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