Last September, I was stretching my wrists at a petrol stop in the Highlands—220 miles in, already dreading the ride home.
An older rider on a beat-up R1150GS watched me for a moment, then walked over.
"How long you been fighting that?" he asked.
"Three years," I admitted. "Tried everything."
He smiled. "No you haven't."
He pulled off his glove. Underneath was a slim black wrap around his wrist—barely noticeable, nothing like the bulky braces I'd tried.
"1,200 miles from Bergen to Edinburgh last month. Hands felt fresh the whole way."
"What is it?"
"Motowrap. Compression design for riders. Keeps the tendons stable without restricting movement. Most touring lads I know use them—just don't advertise it."
He wrote down the name on a receipt scrap and rode off.
I stood there thinking: Why hadn't anyone told me about this?