The fire department had opened the hydrants and a river gushed past the ramp. My Sting Ray bike was polished and performing like a well-oiled machine. As I picked up speed and flew down the driveway my hair was blowing back; like the guy’s hair is blowing back from the powerful speakers on the Maxell Cassette Advertisement, right? I hit the ramp and for ½ a second, I could see stardom across the raging river in front of me! When my pedals slammed into the chair legs and instantly froze the bike in its tracks! I did a face plant on the concrete and chipped my tooth. Just then a car went zooming past as none of us checked for traffic prior to the launch. The car was a Banana Yellow in color, Super Bee Road Runner with a very tall tail fin and a black stripe, I remember cause the grim reaper was driving it. Mr. Wilson was our neighbor and a Pearl Harbor Survivor, I used to mow their lawn for a few bucks every weekend during the summers. He came running over and peeled me off the concrete, as my friends laughed and applauded at the blood and pain pouring from me! He complimented me on my attempt and brushed me off while explaining how at Pearl Harbor as the Japanese were attacking Schofield Barracks, and the planes were strafing the open grounds, a zero came in very low and he began running so fast and while watching the bullet trails approach him he smacked right into a tree! He said had he not hit that tree that he would have crossed the path of bullets. The moral of the story: If you use a chair for a bike ramp remove the