We would build our ramps out of bricks and plywood. Of course the plywood would slowly slip down and as the wood slowly creeped closer to falling, we would dare each other to keep attpting the jump. Needless to see, someone would eventually plow into a stack of bricks.
When my grandmother would drive her late 70s era chevy stationwagon/tank to the grocery, i would stand up in the front seat.
RE: The Road to 50: Surviving the Death-Trap Transport of My Youth