We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Adrian C
saying something like:

Actually, I remember last snow season (Feb?) hearing a few horrible
stories of kids killed on make-shift sleds, including one made out of a
upturned roof removed from an old Ford Transit van.

Yebbut, that was a barbed wire fence that did the fatal injuries, not
the old roof.
Certainly a tragedy, and one which I'd hope not to be repeated, but such
things are usually walked away from unhurt or with minor injuries.