The Adventures of Bren and Sven

I’ve Been Through a Desert On a Horse With a Name

And its name was Daytona 675. As the Summer reached its peak, I thought to myself, "Hey wouldn't it be great to get out on the bike?" Of course it would Sven, it has been too long since your last little motorcycle getaway. It just so happened to be that I had a scheduled vacation to Las Vegas in the dead of August, and the wild itch to saddle up on the motorcycle for a long trip. Why not ride out to Las Vegas? With a fully loaded Triumph, I set off for Sin City amid Friday evening traffic up Am...

The Lonely Travels of the Lone Rider pt.4

Sunday May 9: It was a picturesque morning in San Francisco. The pavement damp from the morning dew, low fast pacing clouds rolling in from the west, the sun beating down from the east. The only thing that wasn't very picturesque was my left palm. It had bruised up pretty bad. No pain, but you wouldn't think it just by looking at it. Surprisingly my spirits were up and I was feeling pleasantly optimistic about the events that preceded. I told myself that moping over the crash wasn't going to ...

The Lonely Travels of the Lone Rider pt.3

Saturday May 8: So I hated to leave you, the reader, stuck in Monterey Bay with me wondering how my day ended. But I knew it was the fitting point to pause, because Monterey Bay was a turning point of the trip. I didn't know it at the time, but things were about to change. Unfortunately, it wasn't for the better. So I suppose we should just get right to it. After lunch I hopped back on CA1 and headed towards my destination: San Francisco. As I rounded the north end of Monterey Bay, the wind b...

The Lonely Travels of the Lone Rider pt.2

Saturday May 8: I emerged from my lil bed and breakfast at first light. The fresh sea air lingered in on the soft breeze. It was a welcomed substitute compared to the dry, smog heavy air of Los Angeles. I strolled to the boardwalk to stretch out the body before I set off for a second day of long day. I knew it was going to be an especially demanding day. Big Sur was on the day's agenda. I packed up the Triumph and rode over to the local Shell gas station to top off the tank before departing. ...

The Lonely Travels of the Lone Rider pt.1

Friday May 7: It was a pristine day in Los Angeles. Blue skies, temperature in the 70s, the perfect weather for a motorcycle ride. But where to? The beach? Big Bear? Ortega Highway? No, I had bigger plans. With a long overdue extended weekend, I set my sights for the one and only PCH (Pacific Coast Highway). I was on a mission: Get out and see the sights. With the only main objective to cross the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. How I would accomplish that objective was entirely up...