I grasp the white tightrope with groping fingers, feeling my way across the face of the cliff.  The glistening city shows, in a sideways glance at the triangle of mirror, and is gone.  Ice smears the asphalt, the wipers chudder across the pelted windshield, and the blindfolded glimpse of road ahead wavers, pulls inward and fades to bright white

The glaring eyes of a descending monster peer at me, headlong through the fog. Their rainbow coronas grow in size until the beams whip by, trailing long green scars in the dark. That was close.

Steady on, roll it slow, feel your way, feel the headlights along that bright white fogline, the fogline that is your salvation.  Tiptoes now, icy icy, don't stray an inch because the edge is there, the cliff is there and you will die.

Another monster shows between the wagging wipers, another pair of intolerable eyes tear the darkness into green swipes and are gone.  Feel it, feel the road now...

It is not a question of which viewpoints are positive and which are negative; merely that of the positive some have a higher priority than others, which mean that some have a lesser positive value.

Unity over progress, except that progress that transcends unity; morality over unity and the good of the whole subservient to the good of the part.  Whether the subjective has more value than the objective is a silly, silly question, for of things differing in kind no relative comparison may be made.  Yet between things differing in kind, differing as the image differs from its principle, a relation exists.  Whether the subjective has more value than the objective becomes, then, the only question, for if the creature is to have any value toward the creator, he must know himself as much as he must know his creator.

I think people would be grateful if I stuck to tire reviews.  Sorry.

So, and now of motorcycle tires.

Dunlop D607 Trailmax tires are not very good. They are cheap, but they are not good. They slip and slide about in the wet, feel squirrelly in the dry, are completely worthless on dirt, wear out quickly, and generally blow chunks. They skate across tar strips, and two fingers on the front brake easily lock up the front wheel on wet intersections.

Not cool. Matter of fact, they're WORSE in the rain than the Bridgestone Trailwings that came on the thing, and I didn't think that was possible. Nothing has yet measured up to the expensive Metzeler Tourances that lasted forever, or until I put 3 nails through them; stuck like glue; but were expensive and made the bike feel like it wearing snow-gloves on its wheels. And I hate that. The Strom doesn't exactly have laser-precision steering in the first place, not being a sportbike; so I am very particular about getting a good tire for that.

So far then, we have:

Steering Accuracy: Bridgestones
Dry Stick: Metzies
Wet Stick: Metzies
Dirt Stick: Metzies
Corner Confidence: Metzies
Longevity: Metzies
Price: Bridgestones

Dunlop didn't even score one, so they get scratched off. *scratched*

The search continues...