You don't want to Rollerblade along the Forest Park's recreation paths, the ones designated for bikers, joggers, walkers and skaters. That teeny two-lane nonsense is too damn narrow. You're a blader; you need a wide berth. Nothing ruins a leisurely weekend afternoon like a bunch of bitchy bikers sorry, cyclists barking at you for clipping their spokes. The hell with those Lycra-butts. Roll along Government, Washington, Wells, Jefferson, Theatre or any of the broad, stately drives that curve and sway through the park. Chances are, you'll be seeing the place in an entirely new way as you should, because you're a blader; you're all about taking the unbeaten path.