Following a successful sub 30 minute training run for my 5K in a couple of months I nipped down to [URL]http://www.motorcycletyresuk.com/[/URL] for some fresh rubber. Nice people, great little workshop and free coffee. 25 minutes and 204 quid later the blade is sorted with a pair of Bridgestone BT014s. To be honest I don't think I'm a good enough rider to be able to tell the difference between any of the major performance tyres when brand new but I'm not going to let little things like knowledge or experience stop me from gobbing off. I had the morning to myself to scrub them in, hopefully without doing a 'Champ' on the second bend. I took the A12 to the M25 and the M11 north before slipping into the nicer, twistier bits of Essex. Although I ride all year I ride less in the winter and today was the first decent sunny day where I felt I could 'play' a little. Probably just as well really as this made me a little careful at first. I love new tyres. They're so round. When you tip the bike into a corner it goes over easier than a choir boy on the promise of a Kit-Kat. The 014s were no exception. Although single compound they are quick to warm and very responsive. This gives you the confidence to commit fully to a manoeuvre without that nagging doubt in the back of your mind that you could loose it at any moment. I know Neal, I'm not trying hard enough ;-) I'm yet to try them in the wet but if they're anything like their predecessors I'll not be disappointed. Oh, pealing the bark off dead twigs? That's what I did for an hour as I sat on the verge of the M11 waiting for Heather to turn up with petrol. I'd like to thank all the bikers who passed and nodded at me. It's so reassuring to know that they all have necks if not brains. A special thank you to the fella on the K75 who actually stopped to see if he could help rather than nod at me. Thankfully Heather turned up before the janitors and I was able to get home safely. Now I've got the tyres sorted I can get the MOT done on Tuesday and the TAX on Wednesday cos getting caught on a SORNed bike is the sort of thing only a twat would do!