I was standing in the middle of the Hy-Vee grocery store near pressdog WORLD headquarters tonight when I thought ..."Geez, I still have to do race notes" and then sighed a sigh that's usually connected with having to get your tires rotated or keeping a dental appointment or spending a weekend with your politically opposite relatives.
And it shocked me ... but not really. Because I knew, standing there by the asparagus, the notes were fini.
When I founded this blog in May 2005 I said "I'll do it as long as it remains fun."
For reasons that have much more to do more with changes in me than in IndyCar -- reasons that would be completely self-indulgent to get into here -- I've reached the point where race notes are more drudgery than delight.
For about a year or so now, cranking out the notes hasn't been noticeably fun and has burned a lot of creative fuel that I could and should have put into my day job.
PLUS after eight years in the arena, I find myself looking for a seat in the gallery, removed from the More Serious Than Cancer debate over the state of health of this, that or the other connected to racing in general and IndyCar in particular.
And so ... adieu from the circus clowns who glide gracefully into retirement ... after banging each other on the head with rubber chickens. pressdog.com will continue, I think, perhaps with interviews and maybe Uncle pressdog postings. I am honestly not sure what's next. But for now, a hiatus.
The knowledge that least a few people enjoyed my race notes is a big big part of what kept them going this long. I sincerely thank you for eight years of warm fuzzies that came from that, and your kind and insightful comments that more often than not made me say "that's a good point."
So, one last time, Cue the circus music.