Elementary-school me thought ramps would be fun. Middle-school me discovered skateboards are bullroar long before he could try. High-school me went over a ramp on skis and determined they’re overrated.
Go up to a northern state. In Montana, one of the interstate developed what was called “frost humps”. At the right speed, I was able to get my little car airborne off of one of those frost humps. Then they fixed it not long after.
Everything about the third panel is awesome, including the way the mustachioed instructor bug is nonchalantly looking at his clipboard, as if jumping off a ramp is just part of his regular daily routine.
Elementary-school me thought ramps would be fun. Middle-school me discovered skateboards are bullroar long before he could try. High-school me went over a ramp on skis and determined they’re overrated.
Go up to a northern state. In Montana, one of the interstate developed what was called “frost humps”. At the right speed, I was able to get my little car airborne off of one of those frost humps. Then they fixed it not long after.
The interstate or your car?
It took me a while to realize what you were referring to, Ham Monger. But once I did, I couldn’t stop laughing.
Everything about the third panel is awesome, including the way the mustachioed instructor bug is nonchalantly looking at his clipboard, as if jumping off a ramp is just part of his regular daily routine.
(Also, I love the title (“Don’t Ramp My Style”).)