Damn that reminds me of a time when I was driving my dad's full size Chevy 79 Blazer. I was meeting a co-worker at the local restaurant for lunch. When I thought he was going to the restaurant next door I started pulling into that lot when he zipped past me. OK I'll just back up and swing back into the parking lot. That was when I drove right over a big (probably 16" high) concrete barricade on the edge of the parking lot. Luckily I only got a fat lip and a bent exhaust pipe as I landed on the back edge of the spring drivers side. It was high enough to go back and forth a couple times to get off of it.