Reminds me of a local farming father and son team many years ago, they were cleaning out a dry dam (pond).
The son was driving the wheeltractor that had a 3PL scoop on the back. He was racing around the inside walls, driving across them horizontally (they're normally 1-in-3 slope here), cleaning dried mud off and shaping the walls smooth.
Pa yells out, "You be careful there, son! You'll tip that tractor over if you don't go a bit slower, take extra care, and watch out for lumps or bumps that will send you over!"
Son yells back, "I know what I'm doing, ya worry wart of an old fool! I can handle this, no worries!!"
Pa leaves and goes back to the house. An hour later, son walks in, bruised and scraped and limping. "What happened?", says Pa.
Son replies, "Ahhh, the tractors upside down in the bottom of the dam, we need to go pull it upright".
Son was darn lucky, he got thrown clear when the tractor rolled. This was in the days of no ROPS, no roll bars, no cabins, just open-air seating.
