Just a funny story...
We had an old farmhouse in PA that we were remodelling. My dad invited a bunch of relatives- uncles, his dad, up to the house for a big concrete pour. I was a youngun, prolly 14 or so. We were doing two sets of steps, then 80 foot of walkway, and a pad in the basement for the washer and drier. (Basement was dirt, with stacked fieldstone walls...) First thing they did was run the chute into the basement window and fill those forms- 18" deep and 4x8 foot.
Then they dyed the rest of the load and poured the steps and walksways.
Lots of edging, floating, finsihing, brooming- what not. It was a long day, and as you all know 'concrete waits for no man'. We wrapped up the job just as mom announed dinner was ready. Everyone was sitting at the table, big italian meal ....when someone said: ******** basement!!!!
We'd forgotten to touch it after chuting in the concrete.
pick axes, a bit of water, much cursing....got it level and semi-smooth.
My sister lives in the house- washer and dryer still sit on that slab. 45 years later.
That ramp will be fine.
