Scariest Allis driving recollection?

I was prolly 8 or 9 years old (early 60’s) on a spanking new D17 pulling a small home made dump wagon that Mom and I would fill with hand scythe cut corn from the outside 2 rows of corn from around all our corn fields as we would just run them over anyways when we started chopping to fill the silos.    It was a foggy Mid August wet morning as I pointed the 17 straight down a pretty steep hill along a fence in the ‘night pasture’ as Ma threw off bundles of fresh cut green corn stalks every 6 feet or so. As the grade became steeper gravity took over as the 17 accelerated towards a giant Oak tree 90 feet in front of us. I can still see the rear tires locked in low gear low PD as we slid out of control straight down hill. As we approached the tree the grade became less and everything returned to normal. I looked back at Ma and we both rolled our eyes as to count our blessings as it could have ended a lot lot worse!!

Ya reckon that landing had any influence on the career path you would choose?

Heading to a field to disk running a 6080 with duels and a 20' fold out disk. Took up a lot of the road and dodged mail boxes along the way. Had to cross a bridge that was probably 200' long with no shoulder and it was always a pucker factor. Made it mostly across and a semi truck came around the bend, saw me and locked up the brakes. At the very end of the bridge I was able to get over at the last moment when the truck went sliding by. I thought that was the end of the day for me! Sadly not to far into the future the guy I was working for was hit and killed running a tractor on the road. Distracted UPS driver hit him (Dropped his phone)

we farmed some steep hills that kept you puckered and on your toes everytime time you worked there,  but iknow i have sure done some real dumb things over the years that could have been prevented

I was heading down a good hill in the 185 baling hay pulling a running 442 baler and a wagon, my oldest brother was on the wagon stacking a load.  The whole hay field is a hill running down toward a river/bottom. When the 185 popped out of first gear thing got real interesting real fast.  Naturally the brakes were wore different on the 185, so when I jamed on the brakes the left wheel locked up and the right wheel went double time due to the differential.  My brother jumped off the wagon and how I got to the bottom of the hill, with it stopped and it wasn't jackknifed, that is a wonder.  Of course many other things have happened but that is the most memorable.

Edited by Michael (WI) - 28 Dec 2022 at 3:12pm

Edited by DaveKamp - 19 Dec 2022 at 7:03pm

I was piling up brush from trees I had cut during the winter for firewood with my 170D with a 500 loader. I had most of it pushed into a pile and had been tightening the pile by pushing down on it with the bucket. I gathered up a good bunch and pushed it against the pile, then picking it up as high as the loader would go I started forward to drop it on top. The pasture had a pretty good slope and as I went forward my left front tire went up on the pile and the tractor started to roll to the right. The left rear came off the ground and turn the tractor over. Immediately I drop the loader and it came back down. Scared the hell out of me. 

OK toppers keep this going

Not scary but made me think. I'm feeding with my WD. So I'm traveling across the drylot And I feel this bump. Then another and another. I look back and there's about  a ton of Shorthorn bull doing bull things with the round bale. Hmmm this could get interesting if it were slippery. Kurtis with a K is very well behaved but he's still a bull. I'm now feeding on flat ground. 

garden_guy wrote: The older I get, the more I want to go back and chew out my younger self for being dumb sometimes.

Was up on the hillside in Bear Coulee with a 185 and spreader cutting firewood. Went to move down the hill to the next spot. The minute I touched the brakes the rear wheels started sliding. I started picking up speed. Bounced the spreader tire off a tree. Came to a stop 3/4 of the way down the hillside. Only thing that went through my mind at the time was great, going to have to buy a new spreader. Buddy I was helping freaked out. Thought I was dead for sure. Only thing I could say to him was " you pay good money for a ride like that at the fair, hand me a beer"

DiyDave wrote: PaulB wrote: OK toppers keep this going Neighbor stops me one day, to chew the fat about something or other, don't remember, anyway, he sees a 3 legged pig out in the barnyard, and asks me about it. I tell him its my lucky pig, once it saved us all from a fire, busted down the door, and woke us up! Again he asks why does it only have 3 legs? I say, hold on, I'm tellin the story, here.  That pig saved me from a rollover, when the D-14 rolled on a steep hill I was plowin. And that's where he lost the leg? No, he pulled me out, by rooting the dirt away, saved my life! OK, Why is he missin a leg??? I told him a pig this smart and brave you don't eat all at once...

I was 14 years old at the time, in 3 months I will turn 80.  I was helping my grandfather haul baled hay into the upper level of the barn.  we were using my uncles 1936 Allis U.  after unloading the wagon we unhooked it and pushed back out the door.  I went to start it with the Hand crank.  I thought it was in neutral.  It started on the first pull,  It was parked near the wall.  first I tried to stop it, then I jumped out of the way as it crashed through the barn wall.  It crashed into the cow yard, landed on the radiator and tipped over on it`s back.  It was a total loss.  My uncled torched off the rear spoke wheels and tires and sent the rest to the scrap yard.  I still have nightmares of the tractor crashing through the wall and wood flying everywhere, it was a narrow escape for me

My uncle told the story of how he was in the loader bucket on his WD-45 trimming trees.  My aunt who was 8 months pregnant was driving.  She went forward when she should have went back and he ended up hanging from a tree limb while the WD climbed the the tree and rolled back over on top of her.  All ended up ok and the tractor is still in service today.

My Dad and stepmom were on a very rare weekend getaway leaving us 3 teenage boys with the old hired hand to finish baling up a couple fields of hay that Dad had previously mowed down. I had raked everything up into windrows with the WD45 and NI side delivery rake. The hired hand was already baling by the time I was done raking and leaving the field. I returned to the house for lunch and pulled the WD45 with the rake right up to the barn which was a slight uphill grade. Younger brother had finished barn chores by the time I had finished eating lunch so we decided that both of us would each run an empty wagon to the field expecting that there were at least 2 wagons full by that time that we needed to get unloaded into the barn. He went out behind the barn to get the D19 and hitch up a wagon while I went to unhook the rake from the WD45 so I could get a wagon too. The WD45 had been experiencing some electrical issues at that time so most times it would still start with the starter but not always. This was 1 of those times so after making sure it was indeed in neutral with the brakes set, I grabbed the hand crank and made my way to the front. Now, what I wasn't aware of, was that the brakes were getting thin enough at that point that they would not reliably hold the tractor when locked even though they did still stop the tractor when used. As soon as I spun the engine over that 1st time, it didn't start, but that was enough jarring that the tractor started slowly rolling backwards down the incline. My only thought was that if I could yank the shifter into a forward gear, it would stop rolling. Of course, I missed, getting reverse instead and it instantly started. Now, it is idling in reverse across the driveway as I'm trying to reach the key to shut it down. The rake jack knifes as the tractor reaches the opposite side of the driveway where it runs into the side of the 1954 Chevy 1 ton farm truck and then stalls out. Unfortunately, by this time 1 rear wheel had already caught 1 of my feet and then started going right up my leg stopping at my thigh when the tractor stalled. Luckily, my brother was driving around the front of the barn just then and quickly got the WD45 pulled off my leg before I ever felt any of the weight and pressure bearing down. Neighbor was an EMT and they got me an ambulance ride into town for x-ray just to be certain. I had crutches for a few days just in case as we waited for the expert to actually view the x-ray before I could go back to work. Not even a bruise thankfully.