Once upon a time in the fabled past known as “The 80’s,” I briefly had a miniramp in my front yard. I was supposed to be in college but I was spending all my time skateboarding and hanging out with the bands in the house I lived in. A friend of mine who would later go on to be a veterinarian, once famously received a letter from his parents stating that he needed “less Randys” in his life. Of course I would invite friends over to ride my ramp. And, as one often does after a night out at the bars, a suggestion was made to use box springs for those late night revelers who were uncomfortable on a skateboard. It started out as just dropping in from the platform, but it escalated to dropping in off the porch roof into the transition. Note: No college students, indie rock stars or dropouts were hurt in these photos.