October 20, 1986 |
It's all about getting out on the open road. Moving fast and getting free. Letting the roar of the engine between your legs speed you far away from the city life you endure Monday through Friday. That's the way a leather-clad biker explains the allure of being a Jay Hawker, a member of a 20-year-old North Philadelphia motorcycle club whose emblem is two black arms breaking their shackles. "We travel, buddy," says a Jay Hawker who calls himself Spider. "We cover some miles.