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So during the Blame-A-Thon, BoltBus was nice enough to not only offer a raffle prize, but give a few of us a ride over to the North Star Bar from Indy Hall.

Our driver was awesome.  I will admit right now that I can’t remember his name, because I’m a tool.

When we pulled up to the North Star Bar, the Taco Bell Truck was there.  BoltBus AND the Taco Bell Truck.  Wow, when does that happen?  ONLY NEVER!

I told my new friend that I’d go grab him a taco.  I ran over to the Taco Bell Truck, but they weren’t cooking yet, so I went back to him hanging my head in shame.  He said “No problem man, take care”.  I told him I owed him one.

I take BoltBus all the time.  PHL to NYC to fly out of JFK to LA.  The last time I was on the BoltBus I bought some tacos at 30th St. Station.  JUST IN CASE my new friend was the driver.   He wasn’t.

BUT yesterday, I did the same.  And he was the driver!  I forked over the Burrito I picked up for him and we caught up.  Then his wife (who was following the bus in her car for the ride) popped out of nowhere and sat down next to me.  She had tweeted to me after I posted the above picture of her husband.  We talked a bit and she wished me well in my cancer fight.

Before we shoved off, I told him about my great test results.  He smiled a big smile and told me how happy he was.  “But now what are we going to blame?” he asked.

“Just you wait” I replied.

Life is good.

(UPDATE: The drivers name is Jeff, thanks BoltBus!)