True story from my youth:
I grew up in Napa, CA. My uncle lived in Napa as well on acreage that backed to a vineyard. My cousins and I (and all of our friends) would ride motorcycles through the vineyards down to the Napa River, where a little track had been created. We did this for years.
Eventually, the vineyard sold and the new owner didn’t like people cutting through his vineyard to get down to the river. To address this, he strung a wire across the rows to prevent people from going through it. My cousin’s friends Guillermo and Don and some girl I didn’t know went through the vineyard unaware of the wire: Guillermo on a motorcycle and Don and the girl on a three-wheeler. They didn’t see the wire. Guillermo was higher up because he was on a motorcycle and the wire caught him across the chest and knocked him off his bike, generally unharmed.
Don and the girl were lower because they were on a three-wheeler. The wire hit Don in the neck and beheaded him instantly. It hit the girl on the top of her head and she fell backwards off the three-wheeler onto her head and died a few days later.
A few things happened that day: Two kids died. Everyone else found a new way down to the river and a vineyard owner lost everything they owned.