[Dinosaurs? With flickering street lights and a broken highway? Well, he appreciates the attempt at humor, if that's what it was, and chuckles at the idea. Yeah, a dinosaur ramp would be real cool.]

Yeah, you could, but I bet we got it in us to make a way up without all that. Save your blowin' shit up for when we really gotta hit someone hard. Or make a real cool explosion just for fun!

[Away from the two of them, ideally.

He hops off, drops the kickstand, but leaves the headlight on so they can see, turning the handlebars this way and that to shine light on their surroundings. Yeah, the road's pretty fucked, but if they have to, maybe they can go around. Walk the bike until they find someplace easier to cross. It's steep though - upward to the left, downward to the right. Headlands of the bay are apparently a real big hill.]

Okay, well, there's that guard rail. Maybe we can tear that apart, it's lookin' kinda broken already. We just need a big enough chunk of it to go up a few feet.

[But it might be flimsy, hard to say. Guard rails aren't necessarily weight bearing. Two people and a motorcycle might be too much.]

One person could go up ahead of it, then pull the bike up while the other pushes from behind until it's up? Once we get a ramp, I mean.