Once upon a time I worked the oil patch. I ran a large John Deere trackhoe and a coworker ran a Cat D6. We used to argue who would win if we started to fight each other with those things. He argued he could just tip me over and smash the cab. I argued could extend the bucket and crash down on his cab before he got to me. Of course this never happened, it was just idle humor while having lunch.
“I argued could extend the bucket and crash down on his cab before he got to me. “
This. I sank a D2 one time cleaning out a pond that was supposed to be dried out. I took one swipe and hit good old Tennessee blue clay and blub, blub, blub. The wrecker driver laughed his butt off and didn’t even charge me.
You should read the 1944 Theodore Sturgeon story “Killdozer”.