Where the hell have you been?

Somewhere outside Lone Pine, the sun dipped behind the Sierras like it had somewhere better to be. The air was crisp and dry, the light was golden and fading fast – and for a second, it felt like we’d never left.

Looking Back: 2014 Formula 1 at The Circuit of the Americas.

But we had.

It’s been nearly a decade since anyone posted anything here. Eight years. That’s enough time to burn through a few jobs, a couple (or more) versions of yourself, and maybe one or two perfectly good transmissions.

We didn’t plan to disappear. We just stopped hitting “publish.” Life crept in from the edges—fast at first, then all at once. And suddenly the stories we used to chase were happening without us. The camera stayed in the bag. The words stayed in our heads. And Lifeblasters… well, it just kinda sat here like an old car under a tarp out on the front lawn—still ours, still capable, still waiting.

Looking Back: Andrew takes a mid-morning nap in the thin air above tree line at the Pikes Peak International Hill Climb, 2014

But you can only sit still for so long before the road starts whispering again.

So here we are. Not launching anything. Not relaunching anything either. Just picking the pen back up. Telling the stories we think need to be told—wherever we are, wherever they are.

Not just cars. Not just events. Just life. Good times, good company, good light. The way it’s always been when it’s been worth remembering.

Looking Back: Formula Drift, Long Beach, 2013

We’re not chasing content calendars or follower counts. We’re actively letting life happen, the way you do at this age.

Less curated and more lived. If there’s a story in it, we’ll find it. If not, we’ll be too busy living it to give a shit.

We’re not really back because we never really left. We just took the scenic route.

So let’s see where this thing goes.

Ken Stouffer: (Lifeblaster)