I ate the garage door. LOL!
This is what you do...make a ramp that will never hold even the weight of a ten year old kid, and go full tilt into it, pedaling like mad because you are sure you are going to sail through the air.
And you do.
But unfortunately, the bike itself makes a hard stop as soon as the tire hits the ramp and puts pressure on it, causing the whole thing to collapse.
Or worse, you actually get the bike into the air.
But instead of a graceful Evel Knieval arc with you standing on the pedals, front tire raised far above the rear, you find yourself plummeting face first towards the ground with the front tire far below you and the rear tire far above your head!
And that doesn’t even take into account the concept of descending slope to land on, all you got is that flat driveway!
I was always amazed I made it into adulthood.
I was always an aviation nut, became a jet mechanic in the USN, and when personal computers became a thing, I purchased every flight simulator I could find that would run on my computer.
I got involved in an online combat flight simulator “Warbirds” back in the mid-nineties, and built a whole setup with a chair that had stick, rudder, and throttle attached permanently to it...I loved it. Did it for about five years...she would come in while I was in the middle of a pitched dogfight and with a big grin, put her arms around my neck, which resulted in the virtual shudder of having my plane hit by cannon shells or such...
I would rather have got a pilot’s license, but...my wife would never be able to go up in a small plane like that with me flying. She would be a nervous wreck, so...I never spent the money and went that route.
But I did have a guy take me up in his plane once (a Beechcraft Bonanza...the infamous V-Tailed Doctor Killer) and as we flew, he said “Would you like to fly?”
Boy...would I! So...there I went. It was great, I felt as if I could fly it anywhere. I felt completely at home, doing coordinated turns, in control. He said “Come on...fly it!”
So I gave it a steep bank...it was perfect! Man, I sure would like to be able to fly.
But I won’t, ever, unless my wife and I part ways, which I am not going to like.
But playing that game all those years sure did make it feel like I could fly. I have no doubt, if someone put me in a plane, told me how to start the engine and gave me some basic instruction, I could take that thing off.
I am sure landing would be something else altogether!