Well everyone.... I did my interview this morning on 98 Rock (Special thanksto those guys) and it went very well!! After it was over I fired up the Bean ansd headed into town in search of food. No less than three miles later, the Bean went into cardiac arrest. I was on the interstate headed south, when I hear a BOOM! and saw black smoke roll out of the tailpipe. It occurred to me things might be about to go badly, so I did what any good motorist would do, smacked the steering wheel and tried to drive a little farther. Needless to say, the result was predictable to say the least!
Well after I got pulled over on the shoulder, I did the only thing I could think of to do. I sat there and laughed at the predicament. I then made a few phone calls and finally ended up calling the 98 Rock people again. I half expected a "Dude you CAN'T be serious!" response, but instead they put the call out on the radio to their listeners. Not a few minutes later I got a call from the folks at The Auto Barn here in Baltimore and they told me help was on the way. Just a few minutes after that the tow truck driver showed up and happily loaded up the Bean and we were off to the hospital... for trucks... Sadly Rockstar had to endure this trip from the back of the Bean, where his tiny brain was further scrambled by the pothole laden roads of inner city Baltimore.
Well after I got pulled over on the shoulder, I did the only thing I could think of to do. I sat there and laughed at the predicament. I then made a few phone calls and finally ended up calling the 98 Rock people again. I half expected a "Dude you CAN'T be serious!" response, but instead they put the call out on the radio to their listeners. Not a few minutes later I got a call from the folks at The Auto Barn here in Baltimore and they told me help was on the way. Just a few minutes after that the tow truck driver showed up and happily loaded up the Bean and we were off to the hospital... for trucks... Sadly Rockstar had to endure this trip from the back of the Bean, where his tiny brain was further scrambled by the pothole laden roads of inner city Baltimore. 
Anyhow, they got the Bean unloaded and immediately rolled inside where they are currently hard at work. The outcome is still up in the air, hopefully I won't be needing a new engine... The surgeons here are currently elbow deep in the Bean innards, likely performing some sort of cardiac massage... for trucks... I've considered going and offering up nmy highly technical and detailed knowledge of all that is Bean, but in the interest of them finishing faster than if I were dispensing bad advice, i'm holding off. Also, Rockstar's doggy stress level has reached redline, and he is barking and growling ateveryone, so he's been placed outside where both of his brain cells can recuperate. Well, we wait anxiously for the verdict, so check back tonight to see if maybe I now drive the Rental Bean. I'd post more, but the good folks here are also feeding me in a moment, so I gotta go. This blog loses to food, any day!
