It happened sooner than I expected: Stranded. Stuck. Immobile.
Drove the car to the post office, turned it off, came back 2 minutes later, turned the key and . . . nothing.
Really nothing. Not a click. No lights. No power to anything at all.
Eventually, I called a tow truck. 90 minutes later, the Bird and I were back home. Good money is on a defective starter, maybe the solenoid.
To top it off, while trying to wrestle the bird onto the tow truck, the steering coupler snapped. This bird has a clipped wing for a while.