Pre-Investigation
On Saturday morning, most people were sleeping, except for Josh who was out on his Ducati again, going for a breakfast run. On a breakfast run bikers woke up early on the weekend, met at a designated place, if they were part of a club, and then rode together to a breakfast joint, a popular hangout for bike riders with a buffet breakfast – not the dirty looking, long bearded, tattooed type of bikers, but the full leathered, superbike riders. Sometimes it would be just a well-known Wimpy branch and other times specific biker lodges on the outskirts of the city.
He would often see other bikers on the road and when he came up next to another rider who was riding in the same direction, it became a race. That was the unspoken rule for individual riders and often smaller bike
