I went on a charity group ride recently. Good ride, well organised, everyone having fun, everyone safe enough, and my usual wingman Caine was with me. We ended up somewhere in the middle of the pack on the first leg.

I won’t admit to anything or incriminate anyone, but let’s just say a bit of stupid started leaking out of a few riders — including me. And I just remember Caine telling me to slow down and check myself… without actually telling me to slow down or check myself. I don’t know if he does it intentionally or instinctively, but he can talk me down better than anyone. He might’ve been doing it for the entire three years we’ve been riding together, and I’m only just noticing it now.

I’m grateful for that voice in my Cardo that bumps my brain out of stupid mode. Thanks, Caine.

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