I think most people think of inclines when you say "ramps", but that's not the case if you're from West Virginia. It's the end of ramp season right now and in this part of the country, when people say "ramps" they are often referring to a wild onion.
These have a very strong and distinct flavor. Legend has it that when my dad was in high school, there was a test he wasn't prepared for, and he put ramps behind the radiators in some of the classrooms causing school to be let out early because of the smell. Some of his stories were a bit outlandish, but I tend to believe this one.