How many of those kamikazes-in-the-canyons rice-rocket-riders die every year out there? I remember lazily negotiating a canyon rode near Malibu, one with precipitous dropoffs and pitiful guardrails - when SZHROOM! - these shirtless X-ers passed me going at least 70 or 80. I could only shake my head in wonder at the value these two placed on their lives.