Just as I think I’m out, they drag me back in. And by “they,” I mean motorsport. I’ve kept motor racing at arm’s length since I stopped racing. There's something about being on the wrong side of the pit wall. But this weekend, I’ll be in Long Beach for the IndyCar Grand Prix—partly for fun, partly in connection with Bouchercon 2014 which will be in Long Beach. Hopefully, I’ll be up close and personal with the action. To compound matters, I’ll be driving a stock car on an oval circuit as part of a birthday gift. Never driven a stock car and never driven on an oval, so that should be exciting.
The problem with all this re-acquaintance with racing is where it could lead. More track time? Going back to racing? Part of me things that would be fantastic and part of me says remember all the sacrifice and time racing demanded.
And I do.
As much as I would love to race again took. It was a lifestyle and not a hobby. It took up everything I did, which was fine, but I have another vocation—writing—which is just as demanding and I’m not ready to turn my back on it. So I have to be careful not to get carried away by the moment…
…That’s not to I won’t enjoy it and I won’t turn any opportunities that fall my way. :-)
And if it looks as if I’m slipping from my racing abstinence, you will tell me, won’t you? I may not listen, but you can still tell me.