Turns out the Hells Angels are no match for the latte-sipping millennials of the East Village.
“We’re being harassed by the yuppies down here [who are] sitting on our bikes and pissing on the sidewalk,” griped one burly biker outside the infamous motorcycle gang’s clubhouse at 77 E. Third St., which has been sold and mostly cleaned out.
“When the neighborhood was s–t, nobody minded us because we kept the place clean,” the biker, Tony, continued. “It comes a point where it’s useless to be down here because of the harassment. [We want to] go somewhere we can live comfortably.”
Tony, who once lived in the HQ and is now homeless, turned up at the all-but-abandoned bunker last week for a meeting with the building’s buyer, Nathan Blatter of Whitestone Realty.
He said that the bikers’ belongings have been removed, and that what’s left inside is a secret.
“Members only,” he said when The Post asked for a tour. Blatter and a handful of architects were ushered in.
“It’s a beautiful building. They kept it in great condition. You wouldn’t believe it,” Blatter said.
He was tight-lipped about a potential sale price, noting the deal had yet to be finalized.
The Hells Angels are now hunting for new digs in Manhattan.
“Time for a change,” Tony said.
The gang hopes to relocate to a neighborhood where they won’t be bothered by Starbucks traffic, pushy tourists and nosy cops.
The bikers reportedly bought the building for $1,900 in 1977 when the neighborhood was a gritty haven for misfits, artists and punk rockers.
It has long been called the safest block in the city because the bikers’ presence deterred criminals.
In recent years, the building — with its flame-and-skull-painted facade and Harleys out front — has become a favored photo op for Instagrammers.
A social-media-famous basset hound, scantily clad young blonde and a Hawaiian shirt-wearing hipster are among the social-media users featured in photos snapped in front of the red-brick building.
“For nine years, I lived across the street,” real-estate broker Paul Tedesco recalled on his Instagram. “The only contact I had was when a member practicing his whip technique on the sidewalk asked me not to stand so close to the bikes … I listened.”
The decision to find a new location has been in the works for a while, Tony said, noting passers-by now routinely violate the gang’s one iron-clad rule: no parking or sitting in front of the clubhouse.
Big trouble unfolded in 2016 when biker Anthony Iovenitti, 52, confronted David Martinez, 25, who had jumped out of his Mercedes-Benz and moved an orange cone used to reserve parking spaces for the gangs’ hogs.
A fight ensued and Iovenitti shot Martinez in the gut. The biker got busted. Martinez survived. Iovenetti died of a brain aneurysm before the case concluded.
“That wasn’t our problem,” Tony claimed. “That was instigated.”
Source: NY Post