Being the clever 20 year old that I was, I put the one and only Idea I had into motion. Gain more speed when approaching the ramp.
Good idea, lets go. I got a good running start at the ramp, wow, up I went, and went and then went some more. It hadn't occurred to me that the deck would be as slick as the ramp and being as the deck had no railings, I slid past the intended target doorway and skidded right off the other end. "FARK!" It was a good 5 foot drop too. The RD sunk like a stone, its front tire hitting the ground first and planting itself into the mud, with me still holding on. My brain was still lagging behind focused on the slippery deck, wondering how it could have overlooked that obvious oversight, I still wasn't positively certain this was really occurring yet. Forward momentum sent the rear end of the bike over on top of me, jamming my head hard into the ground, my body somersaulting behind. Oh yeah, this is happening alright, the weight of the RD relieving me of all the air from my lungs and squishing me firmly into the mud.