Time Keeps Dragging On..

Summary
Blurr is the fastest thing on wheels, feet, hell.. he'll race you walking on his hands if he'll get a medal for it afterwards. No medal? Well, if there's adulation.. then that's cool too. This Autobot relies on his speed to get his job done, help his faction, and to drift off into that rest-cycle at night.. comfortably.

What happens when Blurr loses the most significant aspect about him? What's a one-trick pony supposed to do??