We've all had the odd run-in with the Man, right? You're doing something on the edge of stupid and on go the red lights. "Can I get your license and registration please?" " Sir, can you please get down from there?" "Where are your clothes son?" That sort of thing. I was recently reminded of one of my all-time favorite interactions with Johnny Law. It was the Snowball's Chance Formula Ice Race and Snowy Dash for Cold Hard Cash about three or six years ago. We were doing our thing, riding bikes on the frozen figure eight of doom, knocking…