Three days later, a small package arrived. Inside was MotoWrap — lightweight, breathable fabric with reinforced compression panels. It cost less than a tank of fuel.
I had a Yorkshire loop planned for Saturday: 280 miles, the exact route that always destroyed my hands by mile 200.
Hour 1: Felt like normal riding. Comfortable, but I'd felt comfortable before. The wrap felt slightly stiff — not uncomfortable, just noticeable. I adjusted the velcro once at a roundabout.
Hour 2: This is where it usually starts. The low ache. The shifting on the grips. The first signs that my throttle hand is counting down. Nothing yet. The wrap had softened and I'd stopped noticing it.
Hour 3 (Mile 180): This is where it always started. I waited for the ache. It didn't come.
Hour 4: My throttle hand still felt controlled. Steady. No tension creeping up my forearm. I actually forgot to worry about it.
Mile 280: I pulled into my driveway and realised something strange — I could've kept going.
For the first time in three years, my hands didn't dictate when the ride ended.
I rang my mate Dave — he's 61, been riding since the '80s. He said, "Welcome to the club, mate. I've been wearing mine for a year."