This hits very, very hard. Robin was a tremendous friend and colleague during my years as a motorsports writer and PR hack. When I first started covering the Indy 500, my seat in the media center was right behind him -- and what an education that was. He was ornery, honest, funny and a motorsports encyclopedia.
During his decades on the beat, he pissed off everyone from AJ Foyt to Tony George (often), which at times didn't do him any favors professionally. He didn't care, and was always proven right when calling someone out. He just couldn't stand to see IndyCar diminished during "The Split," Nascar taking over with contrived racing and Indy 500 drivers putting their lives on the line for a pathetically low purse. To name just a few columns.
He was just about the last of his kind, having seen press boxes empty out all over. When reporters were let go and down on their luck, he'd send a box of Omaha Steaks or help in other ways that he'd never want anyone to know about.
Once Robin invited me to his weekly lunch with old, broken-down racer friends (literally, you don't survive the old eras of sprint/midgets and Indy without scars if not lost appendages). At a greasy spoon on the westside of Indy, they would trade laughs and insults and stories and it was so much fun -- and obvious how beloved he was to these guys.
Robin also covered the ABA-era Pacers and a lot of bad Colts teams, and was always in a high school gym on a Friday night as a fan. He loved sports and loved people and I'm going to miss the hell out of him.