A kid got killed a grade above me doing the same thing. We called it Boner hill. They actually topped the hill a few years later to save all us dumb rednecks. I remember getting a run at it one Friday with a 16oz can of miller high life in the console. I was about half way up the hill and ran into a State Trooper. Luckily I was 17 and my parents were called to pick me and my car up. The good ol days.
