Glitter might not be dead, but my car is.

My friends were supposed to be here an hour ago to check out my mattress to see if they want to buy it. That way I can go pick up my dead car from the barn, where it's sitting all sad-like, waiting to be towed to the shop. *sigh*

I dodged the bullet of the poorly constructed ignition cylinder for 60,000 miles. According to my recent research, most Ford Focus ignitions fail after 30,000 miles or so, and at regular intervals thereafter. So ... actually I'm pretty lucky. But I just found out my warranty was shorter than I had originally thought, so I'm no longer covered by that. Ford says they won't recall due to this known issue because it's not a safety problem. Granted, my car is stuck at a rather nice boarding stable, and is mostly an inconvenience for now, since it's moving week and all. But I can just imagine if I was stranded in some less-than savory neighborhood, as has happened with my Firebird, it could quickly become a safety problem. Or if it dumped me in the middle of nowhere during the 100+ degree heat that we'll be having this week. Ick!

And to think, I used to love cars ...