A Biker Smashed a Teen’s Phone — Then Everyone Saw What He Was Filming

Synopsis

My name is Ray Ortega, and I owned Ortega’s Route 66 Diner before my knees convinced me to sell it. The place sat beside a gas station on the east edge of Gallup, New Mexico, where old Route 66 runs like a memory under newer asphalt. We got truckers, tourists, Navajo families heading into town, oilfield guys, college kids, and bikers riding through with…