And it never lands on nothing.
Your hands. Your face. The wheel.
A loaded bar is a spring. When it kicks off the bead, it goes exactly where it was pointed.

Into the rim, the other hand, a knuckle. You can replace the bar. You can't replace the hand.
A bar that lets go comes up, not down. The one that finds a cheekbone, an eyebrow, an eye. This is why Z87 exists.
A skate across an alloy gouges paint that does not buff out. Now the easy job costs you a wheel and a customer.
Slides onto the bar you run and seats your hand. No peel, no rewrap every week.
A better handhold to keep pressure where it belongs, instead of chasing the bar the second it loads.
Cheap enough to put on every bar in the bay, which is the only place it helps.
Ships from Phoenix. Cheap enough to put on every bar in the bay.
Real techs, real bars. No slip, no scratched wheels.