A little story for you here. When I was young, it was my job to haul in the grain from the field and unload it into a hopper which fed into a grain auger. This auger was driven by a Minneapolis Moline UB with live PTO. PTO to driveshaft which drove 2 big pulleys. 2 pulleys had belts on them that went up the side of the auger to smaller pulleys on the side of a gearbox located further up on the auger. This gearbox was ALWAYS in need of oil. Soooo...one time I thought I would save some time, cause I was running behind. Was a good year, and dad was picking and filling wagons faster than I could get them unloaded. So, with time in mind, pulled tractor/wagon(side dump gravity flow box). Opened the wagon, started to fill hopper. Started tractor and engaged auger full throttle. Corn dumping out of wagon fast as it will feed into hopper and tractor/auger going at full blast. Ok...all is well, everything running fine....climb up to gearbox to check and add oil. What drove the auger inside the houseing was a shaft came out of the gearbox into a long shaft supported by bearings that ran clear up to the top, into a pulley that a chain was attached and chain attached to the head of the auger with another gear pulley. (this end dumped into grain bin) anyway, at main gearbox shaft connection, was 2 shearpins. I had a levi shirt on. Didnt realize my shirt tail in front was out. Wind caught it, shearpins caught it and wrapped it up. Round and round it went. Drew me into the shearpins. The upper most pin caught my shirt. I braced my arms against the auger houseing and with ALL my might and strength, stopped the auger. (shirt didnt tear)but before it stopped, the bottom shearpin would hit under my left nipple(thats how close i was). The auger full of grain, and being belt driven saved me. With all my strength and dispite being all bloody by now, and yelling with all i could for help with no-one close to hear me, I looked down to the tractor. Tried to figure out how i could get my shirt off. Everytime i would give a little on my arms to get to take off my shirt, the shaft would pull me in closer. That idea was out of the equation! I looked to the tractor cause could smell smoke. The tractor was still going full blast, but the belts were not moving. i had stopped the whole [censored] thing from moving! COOL! Just stay put and those belts will burn out! Stayed there and burnt them belts out. Took about ten minutes, but they noth burnt out at same time. After the pressure was off, I could hardely move my arms. Took my shirt off, unwrapped it from the shaft. Looked at my tit. Was down to the muscle only. Only broke the skin and fatty under. Wasnt bleeding to bad. Hurt like hell, but was alive! Minor details! Shut things down. Unhooked the wagon where it was, drove tractor out to field to get to dad. He looked at it, administered 1st aid to it. Said, "glad your still here boy! now go hook up that wagon and lets go put some new belts on". (Gee dad, dont ya think I need to go to hospital i thought?) We went up and put a couple of new belts on, finished the wagon that was there, unloaded the one we brought back with us, and kept on working rest of day. To this day, I do not know how I coulkd have had the strenght to pull that off. Guess it wasnt my time. I got a scare under my left tit is all that reminds me of this day.
Point of this story, if you think you can be faster than the PTO, think again! I was VERY lucky this day. This thing caught me in an instant. Do not think you are immune to the PTO. It WILL tear you up and it has NO mercy! It dont care what race,religion,creed, or what you think about anything, or how much you love or hate your tractor. Consider it out to get you if you let your guard down. ( that night , dad took me into town and we went for a rootbeer float at A&W) (town was 33 miles away)