Interstate 35 north of OKC had a couple of places my 4x4 would do the Dukes of Hazzard thing. A bit unnerving the first time, then started seeking out similar places to exploit. Found a railroad crossing near my house that had like a launch ramp and landing ram. It was a blast to take at 50. There is no tracks. It was a requirement to yell wooo hooooooo!
This is the truck I kept jog bras in the glove box for the comfort of endowed passengers.