“With no hand free to grab the pistol, I shifted the loader into drive, my foot firmly on the brake, my other on the gas, ready to lurch forward toward the line of bikes. Mully dismounted his bike and walked a few steps in my direction. I pulled the lift back with my right hand as far as I could and punched the gas. I watched the alarm register on the bikers’ faces as the arm of the bucket sailed skyward high above their heads. At its peak, I let go of the lift lever sliding my hand over to the tilt lever, pulling just enough to angle the teeth of the bucket menacingly toward the heads of my unwelcome visitors.”