Never understood the need to scare or try to impress the passenger on a motorcycle. I never spent much time on the street on one.
After my motocross racing days were over, I hopped a plane to CA.
When thru the California Superbike School. Road raced a few years. If I killed myself, that’s on me. No since taking anyone with me.
That stretch of the Coast Highway seems to be a favorite strand for those inclined to do so. I used to walk the estuaries that are on one side of it (State Beach on the other), and every time it was a given that at some point there would be the roar of a few bikes, going through their gears up to high revs, usually two or three at the same time, drowning out the bird calls.