Murilee Hops Into The Hooptie, Heads On Outta Here

Nearly four years have passed sincethe first post I wrote forJalopnik. It's been a good run, but I need a break.

So now I'm sitting at a Formica desk in a North Carolina airport motel, trying to shake off my post-LeMons-raceexhaustion enough to write a farewell that can stand up next toSpinelli'sorLieberman's, by my midnight-Sunday deadline, and the ol' mental starter solenoid is just going click-click-click.

What's the deal here? I'm working on a novel— something a bit more respectable, and car-centric thanthe first Murilee Martin title— and I can't do that while also judging 22 LeMons races a yearandwriting all theJalopnikposts our readers have come to expect on the weekends.

For now, Murilee Martin weekends are over. I'll try to knock out some more junkyard projects along the lines of theJunkyard Boogaloo Boomboxand share them with you on these pages, and I'll do my best to scrawl some words onMurileeMartin.comon a quasi-regular basis.

What's next for the weekends? Check in Monday for the official announcement from Jalop HQ.

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