It's ok little guy. Those big handlebars will save you.
Thanks man. It was so inspiring watching how heroically you conquered Scales all those times you rode with us last year. I always tell people, if there's anyone up for a good long ride at Scales on weekend mornings, it's Alex. He'll be there with bells on. Most days he gets there before the park is open - that's how ready to ride Scales he is!
Why, when you say "Scales Lake" to me, I just hear "the trails that are so ridden by Alex, they might as well be his, exclusively!" Frankly, good sir, even saying the words "Alex" and "Scales" in the same sentence is redundant, because the two are so intertwined! Alex riding at Scales, a sight as common as the air I breathe. Why, I am surprised he does not have his own parking spot, with his name chiseled in stone, to signify that Scales Lake and Alex shall forever be one in the same. I suppose the operators of the park figure that stone is just not permanent enough to reflect the commitment Alex has made.
When I talk to my friends, and I inform them that I'll be riding my bike on the weekend, I don't say I'll be at Scales. Oh no no, not at all, to do so would be pure farce. I say, "I will be riding my bike at Alex's MTB Trail Park this weekend, in hopes that one day I will manage to finish the trail Alex has so cleverly owned all these many years. Please call my cell phone around noon tomorrow, because I surely will be lost and so beaten up by the trail that I will need you to drive into the forest to save me. I would ask Alex, as he will be lapping me every five minutes, but I don't think I could stand the shame."
Go to Angel Mounds this year? Why of course, I will be going there and THERE ALONE, because to ride Scales would be only a sad facsimile of what Alex has accomplished there so many times before.