And they all had their sleeves rolled up to help me, for no other reason than they know how it feels to miss a race. I looked up from picking grass out of the number plate bracket to see the Thruxton had a new clip-on, footpeg, and controls on the left side. My competitors slapped me on the back as they pulled on their leathers and helmets, and that was it. Everything was clean and the bike was ready to go. After a cautious warm-up lap trying to make sure everything worked properly, I gridded up and took the green flag.