Saw a youth at Whinlatter riding a Commencal. It looked quite handy, as did he. We were on the south loop at that section where the up and down cross over and there are (were?) two tiny north shore rampy things on the downhill section.
He teed himself up for the harder one with the actual proper drop at the end. He landed it beautifully, but alas his down tube and top tube both broke just behind the head tube and left him riding a unicycle and spare handlebar into the dirt.
He smacked his face up a bit and was sat there looking well dazed, confused and understandably hurt. He’d done so well, poor little mite.
He had a Commencal. Neither of my kids ever will.