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The Legend of CARL From the first movement of human life on Earth, CARL emerges, blazing pathways, breathing a fiery zest for life fully lived. He’s a rider through time, vanguard of invention, philosopher of highways, and follower of delights. A constant figure in history, CARL regards it all. Rolling rocks might’ve been used by the Flintstones but true cavemen actually found naturally rounded rollers in the woods. Logs rolled when trees toppled forming inspired ideas in early brains. Moving objects was much easier with rounded wood to give it a go. CARL was there. While everyone else felled trees to move construction materials for new and improved shelters, CARL rolled past with big yelps of joy riding a log for the sheer fun of it. Everyone laughed at CARL and his pointless antics. Sure he was happy but he wasn’t getting much done. The others worked and they did progress. CARL lived. And lived….way beyond the age of the others. Births and deaths and decades went by and CARL lived, rolling through new adventures each day and new hideaways at night. Every morning, a wide smile invading his face, he hopped on his log and continued his journey. When he wasn’t rolling along, he was refining his ride. He figured out an improved roller by cutting the log down into discs and letting them roll free around a smaller log. CARL created the wheel. And more decades moved past him and CARL lived. Oh how he lived! He passed villages and towns forming and the people in them watched CARL and learned from him. Their rolling devices improved too. CARL saw others using different materials in wheel design and used this knowledge to recreate what he made. Give and take, sharing of ideas, creation and recreation. Time and development moved forward. And the wheel and its uses evolved. CARL played around with new designs that widened his smile. And he rode. And CARL lived. CARL found other people using animal strength to pull their rollers forward, ways that didn’t depend on CARL’s own body. The calluses on his feet were by now like the hooves of the mules he then employed for his ride. Then CARL discovered horse power! With a snap of a willow whip and a wild rider shout CARL could roll faster than any of the rest of them. Faster, smarter, and still more to do. The anniversary of CARL’s birth counted centuries, not years, and the evolution of the rolling vehicle advanced. CARL rode through a community working on methods of propelling the wheeled contraptions forward using fire and CARL was more than ready to hop on board that new line of creative thought. The horses were fast, sure, but they pooped and peed and took to grazing roadside when CARL wanted to GO! So off to pasture went the beasts and onto wilder rides went CARL. Wider and wider his smiles grew as his riding experiences took him ever further, still faster, and now with a blaze of fire! And CARL lived! New adventures at every turn, CARL couldn’t have been happier. The wheel evolved. The engine evolved. And CARL turned it all over and over in his head. At night he’d dream of nothing but his beloved ride. Each morning as he prepared to hit the road again, he’d imagine and re-imagine more ways he could make and re-make the rolling machine that made him so happy. So along the way CARL invented the motorbike! He’d seen some folks riding a 2-wheeled vehicle whose wheels were turned by a crank assembly using their legs. And here he was with engine power and why couldn’t the two things go together? They did. And with a little work and then a lot more work still, CARL felt freer than ever! And CARL lived …. with a smile spreading out on his youthfully-aged face like the sun taking over the sky! CARL rode through eras and witnessed creation …. The natural world and all her mysteries and wonders never ceased to draw his attention and awe. The developments progressed by humankind pleased and disappointed him. It was indeed quite a ride and he found himself most at peace and most alive too when just sitting back and letting it all just roll on. Over time, CARL, understood the value of having a common group of family and friends around him and he looked for a place to call home base. Not that he was looking to end his ride. No way. The ride was what it was all about and he knew it was why he was here; he knew it was his lifeblood. Home would be the place to go to for refueling, for snuggling up when it was cold, for the steady companionship of the known. Home could offer more constant partners for his ride as well as a place of easy return. Searching the world over in all his journeys, CARL knew that there was one spot on the planet that earned the name “home.” It wasn’t too hot or too cold and there CARL found kinship of spirit and warm welcoming hospitality to boot. It was the early 1800’s and a shiny mineral was being discovered in the area. The crazy thrill of discovery and rowdy parties in the prospector camps appealed to his wild side. The brilliant gleam of the rocks reflected his lust for fire and he acquired some of the gold to adorn himself and his ride too! The land spoke to his needs, the people touched his heart. He wrapped his arms around a lover who he would call his own. The region had the refreshment of mountains in its West, the warmth of the ocean coast in its East, and lots of green and beautiful rides all in between. The Carolinas they called it. CARL called it home. Riding and riding past mountains and rivers, pausing to watch nature, stopping to eat with new friends, rolling into new encounters, feeling life lived all around and inside of him. CARL - centuries old yet as young as he felt, with a smile stretching from Charleston to Boone - lived the freedom of the road through time. And CARL, the Carolina Rider, lives. Moral of this story: Riding is living. Expressing and living into the freedom of the ride keeps you youthful and alive forever. Keep it loose, keep it real. Ride free, ride for life. Ride on! The Legend continues as far as the road leads us…… CARL … The Carolina Rider Logo

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