For about 10 minutes last week, I felt like I was Judge Dredd, riding the burly Lawmaster motorcycle from the 1995 film. People on the cobbled streets of Red Hook, Brooklyn, stared at me as I rode by on a futuristic-looking vehicle, and I fought the urge to yell, “I am the law!” I…
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