I would have lobbed some flash-bangs and some tear gas into the other truck to soften them up, before deploying my door ram and crushing open the door of their vehicle, preparatory to a full on ninja assault in which I dress in black, and rappel down from the roof of their cab and through the shattered window into the interior where I would administer a severe beating with one hand tied behind my back, followed by a stern lecture along the line of Robert Duvall's speech to wayward young men from Second Hand Lions... ...and then I would offer them each a fresh steak to hold over their black eyes...
...all to the tune of Bob Marley's "Bad Boys," of course.
Alternatively, I could have just hit the gas and run like heck. Being left handed which makes accessing my pistol in a hurry problematic; and being old, fat, and crippled, the alternative works better for me. I don't look that good in all black anyway.
