As I came down the straight away on my road this morning, I saw that someone had left a giant ramp at the foot of our driveway. My brother used to make ramps just like this for our bikes when we were little, and I wondered, for a split second, if he had come up from Baltimore and built it for me, just to spice up my day. You'd probably kill yourself if you sped up and hit this thing at 40 miles an hour. On the other hand, you'd have to be half-dead not to think about how fun it would be.