Towering above the streets of Fontana and Rancho Cucamonga lay the remains of a forgotten 4WD road. The road has several aliases; San Sevaine, Big Tree Truck Trail, Cucamonga Truck Trail, 1N34 -- they all refer to the ribbon of dirt that hugs the eastern terminus of the San Gabriel Mountains and snakes westward throughout its many canyons. The road is advertised as 24 miles in length, narrow, steep, winding, and subject to washouts. I can attest to the accuracy of that description.
Rewind about 2.5 years and I’m lost in thought, gazing up at the foothills of the San Gabes from my desk at work. San Sevaine literally stares down at me every day, smirking at me from above, tempting me into its canyons. A little map research and some fresh sealant in the tires and it isn’t long before we’re pedaling up San Sevaine, ill prepared for the mess we would encounter. We emerged in the streets of Rancho looking like we’d been attacked by rabid cats.
October 2008: RR: San Sevaine/Big Tree Truck Road
After that trip, San Sevaine nestled itself into a cranny in the back of my mind. I described it to friends and coworkers as “the one that got away”, but nobody really understood the isolation, loneliness, almost eerie feeling San Sevaine gave me. I returned several times, preferring the emptiness and gentle grade of the eastern 12 miles for interval work and training. The western half, however, remained elusive and off limits.
Much to my surprise, I received an email a few weeks ago from Scouts West, the 4WD club who adopted the eastern 12 miles in 1997. They had read my report from 2008 and were looking for a mountain bike club who might adopt the trail from Sapphire in Rancho Cucamonga east, up to Joe Elliott campground, and maintain it for hiking and biking. The wheels started turning and I grew excited. I admit I felt a rush of adrenaline simply at hearing someone else mention 1N34.

Rewind about 2.5 years and I’m lost in thought, gazing up at the foothills of the San Gabes from my desk at work. San Sevaine literally stares down at me every day, smirking at me from above, tempting me into its canyons. A little map research and some fresh sealant in the tires and it isn’t long before we’re pedaling up San Sevaine, ill prepared for the mess we would encounter. We emerged in the streets of Rancho looking like we’d been attacked by rabid cats.
October 2008: RR: San Sevaine/Big Tree Truck Road
After that trip, San Sevaine nestled itself into a cranny in the back of my mind. I described it to friends and coworkers as “the one that got away”, but nobody really understood the isolation, loneliness, almost eerie feeling San Sevaine gave me. I returned several times, preferring the emptiness and gentle grade of the eastern 12 miles for interval work and training. The western half, however, remained elusive and off limits.

Much to my surprise, I received an email a few weeks ago from Scouts West, the 4WD club who adopted the eastern 12 miles in 1997. They had read my report from 2008 and were looking for a mountain bike club who might adopt the trail from Sapphire in Rancho Cucamonga east, up to Joe Elliott campground, and maintain it for hiking and biking. The wheels started turning and I grew excited. I admit I felt a rush of adrenaline simply at hearing someone else mention 1N34.
