Where was that dream that Original was building anyway? The fluid carving flow of one moment into the next, the gratifying sound of urethane wheels wearing down ever so slightly, and a touch of wind in the hair. Ditch the hassles of work. Past escapes had led to a chance encounter with Acadia National Park in Maine. Investigation yielded Cadillac Mountain a sweet dream of 1,532 vertical feet of pregnant pavement. The time was right.