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.
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