The Adventures of Bren and Sven

Motorcycle of the Year Contradictions

As the Summer of 2010 nears an end, the new 2011 motorcycles are creeping into showrooms and all the big motorcyclist publications compile their Motorcycle of the Year awards (MOTY). As fun and interesting these articles are, I've come to lament them from time to time. Why, Sven? Well because they all lack consistency. How can one motorcycle be MOTY for one publication and not for the other? To be titled MOTY for any class should mean that one particular motorcycle is the undisputed best for ...

Glendora Mountain Road

This 9.2 mile stretch of crazy sits behind a housing development and equestrian center in City of Glendora. Glendora Mountain Road, more commonly referred to as GMR, is a well known hot spot for sport riders. Almost every motorcylist knows of GMR, but personal thoughts and feelings on it vary. A handful of sport riders love the road for the intesinty and varrying degrees of diffiulty GMR offers. Others lament the road for poor maintainence and the amount of traffic it brings. Lets face it, GM...

Glendora Ridge Road

So you have reached the Y atop Glendora Mountain Road and East Fork Road, and you see a small road trailing off to the east along the ridge of foothills. Take this and you'll end up in Baldy Village, the quiet lil town nestled below Mt. Baldy. The views along this road can be superb depending on which way you come in from. I you ride for west to east, you have a near endless view of Mt. Baldy, which may be snow capped depending on the time of year. On a technical standpoint, Glendora Ridge Ro...

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...