This is for the people
who actually do things.

SORE HANDS started in a garage. Race bike on a Husqvarna mat. Vendetta livery. Dirt-bike wheels mounted on the wall. Trophies on the shelf. Cookie Monster in the corner. Real life. Real kit. No staging.

The idea came from Stu. Tom's brother. The one whose idea this actually was. Stu spends his weekends elbow-deep in Mk1 and Mk2 Golfs, a green Mini that keeps demanding more, and the kind of garage projects that mean digging up a concrete floor to lay underfloor heating and sinking the bolts for a two-post lift. Different builds. Same hands. Same signal.

Tom races rally raid for Vendetta Racing. Desert events that shake your hands so hard you can't grip a coffee cup the next morning. After every race, the same realization the brothers had been talking about for years. The people who actually do things were scattered. Racers. Mechanics. Climbers. Hockey players. Builders. Paddlers. No place to find each other. Nowhere to share what cost them their grip strength that week.

So we made one. SORE HANDS. Two brothers. Two garages. One signal. Putting your hands to good use.