Reckon I rode somewhere between 80 and 90%, the path at the top was pretty much unrideable due to being covered in snow, and I struggled a bit with some of the steep switchbacky bits – it was a case of get going, fall off then shuffle down to a bit where I could get back on again, get going, fall off, and so on.
But it was an absolutely immense descent, and well worth it. One of the most intense things I’ve done – there was a lot of it that was just so relentless, my brain was properly fried by the bottom.
There were a few walkers, but we did it quite late so most of them were gone by the time we were descending. They were all either completely incredulous that we were riding down it or hugely impressed, mostly a mix of the two. Just before that picture was taken I was called “a ****’ lunatic!” by a bunch of laughing Irish folk.
It wasn’t actually too bad on top… I’m not sure why (it was much windier on the ridge) but it was almost completely still, and the views were amazing. By the woods at the bottom I was down to a base layer and jersey with the sleeves rolled up…