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I’m absolutely loving being back on a DH bike, and the buzz in the Irish scene right now is unreal. The work people have put into trail parks and races is really paying off, and you can see it showing on the world stage. Even though I ride in this forest all the time, I’d only done a run or two of this track because it’s so gnarly. It was built to feel like a World Cup track. I gave it my best shot trying to keep up with Ronan, but he just kept pulling away, especially in the forest sections where he disappeared even faster. I got my own back, though—crashing into him at the end! Since my trip to Wales in November, I’ve been riding flats, and it’s been a game-changer. It’s given me so much more freedom of movement and boosted my commitment in corners and on steep terrain. Plus, it’s exposed any gaps in my technique and body position. This winter, training on flats is all about refining my skills before getting back on SPD’s for racing next year. A bit of background: During the summer, I finally got my hands on a DH bike again. I hadn’t owned one since I was 18—now I’m 31. The excitement was unreal. Twelve days post-surgery, I was sitting in my van feeling pretty dejected after putting a brake lever through my leg at the Combloux Enduro World Cup. But when my DH bike arrived in Morzine, everything changed. I got way too excited and went straight to Morgins, Switzerland, riding with legends like Oisín O’Callaghan, Laurie Greenland, Theo Erlangsen, Sam Gale, and more. All the disappointment and sadness evaporated—I was buzzing on serotonin and adrenaline. But, well… hindsight’s a great thing. On the sixth run, I overcooked it, put my front wheel over a berm, and broke my shoulder blade and collarbone. I was completely uncalibrated to the bike, its setup, and dimensions, but I was pushing as hard as I could anyway. Since that whole ordeal, I’ve been clawing my way back to form and confidence. It’s been a journey, but every step forward has made it worth it.