Tired. Burnt out, really. Old school. High school. A chalker and talker. Not an interactive whiteboarder. I was like a 1985 VK Holden Commodore, no longer stylish, no longer able to compete with some cute, fun and versatile late-model Toyota Yaris or new, small, sexy Audi. Which is why I hauled my sorry chassis up to the Top End last year. One last ride before being towed to the paddock.