Cool. I have an opportunity to tell this story lol
When I was in high school, I worked for a farmer in the summer. I'd tend to his fields, pulling rye out of the wheat, spraying, prepping the harvest equipment etc. My junior year I ran my first harvest with him as the truck driver. About halfway through harvest, I figured I could wear all day and it would be fine, and it was. Never had an issue that whole season. Fast forward to the next year, and I was doing it again. Everything was smooth, I'd recruited a buddy to help out because I had a number of commitments through the summer and he'd fill in or just come in and drive the other truck when needed. That all went great until the very last day of harvest. So, I was in the older rig, a 1977 ford 9000 series I believe, it was the harder of the 2 trucks to drive but it ran good enough. Anyway, they loaded me up and sent me on my way to the grain elevator, we were trying to get done quickly and I was a tad overloaded at about 15tons. On the gravel road, I've driven this route probably 1000 times at this point, I slow down and go around the first corner just fine. At the second corner, I downshift, press the brake in a little to help, and the rear locks up completely. I damn near made it through sliding the ass end through the corner hoping I could stop somewhere on the other side, but the truck had other plans. The back went over the 12ft embankment and as hard as I tried, it took me in, rolling me on the driver's side door and sliding about 10ft before coming to a complete stop. Keep in mind, this is a rig from 1977, no airbags, no seat belts. Once I'd realized what happened, I shut the truck off and climbed out the passenger window, using the seats as a ladder to climb up to the window. Once out, I looked at myself and I had a pretty large gash (honestly looked like I had a bad run in with a cheesegrater) in my side right above my waist line. I called my boss, the owner, and he told me that he would head out and take a look. My guy pulls up, laughing his fucking ass off, took him a minute to take a breath and ask me if I was OK, then he noticed the blood under my shirt and asked to see and I tried to decline and tell him it was fine. He wouldn't drop it and so I did, I don't know if he ever noticed the Lil Pawz I was wearing, but he did look at it for a while. Anyway, I was fine, he asked if I was good to drive, I said yes thinking he'd let me go home and sleep it off but he just took me back and had me drive the other truck for the day.
TLDR: I drove a wheat truck and rolled it while wearing. My boss looked directly at it and didn't say anything about it...also, to this day, 6 years later, the wheat that grows in that area is a different shape and color as the wheat that grows around it lol 15T is a lot