Prologue

This Town's Got a Scent!

The smell of bread, mingling with the sunrise.
But folks in this town know –
That ain't "just bread."

It's the scent of life's scorch marks,
Wrapped in butter,
A savory and sweet aroma.

Yeah... that smell? It's all about one man.
Just hear his name, and the very air stands at attention.

That man's name –

Johnny Jenkins!

He used to ride his "iron horse,"
Feared by all, adored by all.

He'd silence you with a look before he threw a punch.
Make you believe with his back before he said a word.
He'd answer a world not worth punching with philosophy instead of a fist – that's the kind of guy he was.

But... can you imagine?
What do you think that same Johnny is doing now?!

—He's a baker.

Did you laugh, think I'm messing with ya?
Hell no! The real joke,
Is this world that lets dreams rot and hope die!

Johnny, he's baking.
Kneading a rebel recipe into the dough,
Fermenting it with passion,
And baking a golden crust.

Crisp on the outside, soft in the heart.
It's like a love letter to every soul
"With a scorch mark."

It's his whole damn life, right there.

The shop's name –

BIKER'S BREAD!

Life's pain, hope,
All of it packed into one loaf,
And the second it's baked,
Johnny just hands it over, silently saying, "Eat this."

Too wild to call a bakery!
Too damn delicious to call a revolutionary!

BRUMMMMMMM!...
Legends always start heavy, quiet,
And your heart's the first to tremble.

Alright, the idle's done!
The RPMs of the heart are climbing!

If you feel like your life ain't got enough scorch marks yet – perfect, it starts now.

Too burnt? Oh, that's even better.
Even bread, when its surface is a little charred, has a flavor too damn good to throw away.

In fact, that bitterness is what makes it tasty.
Johnny said it himself!

If you think a burnt-up life means nothing,
Then take a bite of Johnny's bread!

The moment your scarred past – turns into flavor, it's baking right now!!

So…

Dig into a loaf of life (story)!

 

Oh, me?
My name's "Crusty Comet."
Used to be a street racer, now I'm a fresh-baked bread groupie!

I just fell for the way that man lives,
Johnny – hot like bread dough,
Hot like a bike muffler…

"Once upon a time"—that line don't fit him.
But if I have to start this story, that's the only way.
It was, for sure, the beginning of a legend—

→　Fire Up the Next Loaf...

The bakery in a small town, saved by a biker.