The Adventures of Bren and Sven

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...

East Fork Road

So if you decide to take a ride up Azusa Canyon, you'll notice that after about 10 miles, give or take a mile or two, you'll come to a bridge that offers a chance to stray from Highway 39. This alternate route is East Fork Road and it offers a nice combination of simple and tough. If you come in through the Azusa Canyon route, you'll find the road offers a nice sweeping ride and eventually leads you through a backwoods town. Once you pass the Camp Bonita turn off, East Fork Road kicks things...

The Real Icelandic Catastrophe

So on April 3, 2010 I was forced to take in my black beauty, my Daytona 675, in for repairs. Apparently in a botched aftermarket modification, I had accidentally pressed a mounting bolt into the throttle body, causing her to run abnormally. "Sure no problem," says the Triumph service department at my local dealer, "we'll order up a new throttle positioning sensor and hopefully that will cure the ailment" (quotes not verbatim). Usually it takes about a week and a couple days to get parts in from ...