Corny Joke
Yes, this is an OLD joke. I have more…brace yourselves.
But in real life, my hubby’s first car was an AMC Pacer! OMG, he got teased so badly about it. He’d get all defensive and say, “HEY! It gets me from POINT A to POINT B and that’s ALL I care about!”
My son will actually inherit the family car until he can afford to get one of his own. I’m glad he’s getting a nice, safe car for his first one!
What was your first car?
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ROFL.. you may have to explain to some of our readers what an 8-track is…My first car that was technically mine (family car, de-moted to mine) was a 1976 Chrysler Cordoba (CorINTHian Leather…). It had the 8-track built in! HAHAHA
@Chris Watkins: ROFLMAO! That is one of the problems I’m having with the Witchy Wagon. It’s a huge truck. One good thing is that when I drive the Chevy Impala after the truck, the Impala feels like a high-performance sports car.
When I was a teenager, our family car was a 1968 Chevy Impala. Want to talk land barge? This thing was longer than some of the 1/4 ton trucks at the time. And *no* power steering. Who needed the Bowflex when you had that to drive?
No no no… This is the land barge. My absolute favorite car that I’ve ever owned: ’91 Chevy Caprice Wagon. This was the car I called the “Battlecar Gallactica.” Oh man, I loved that car. It was only a few year ago that I was forced to give it up (more money to repair than to purchase a more reliable car).
It DID have power steering, though. I had an old Volare and the power steering on that sucker went out once. OH MAN.. I can’t believe people used to drive w/o power steering EVERY DAY. *ACK!* My arms are feeling all weird just remembering that ONE day.
The closest I ever came to owning a car was when my father offered to buy me a Dodge Colt, going for $2000 in 1972. I wanted a Plymouth Duster, the one I learned to drive on. I sort of turned him down. I told my mother about his offer, and she said to take it. I went back to him (this was in the space of 10 minutes), and said I would accept his offer of the Colt. He looked at me with surprise and said he didn’t know what I was talking about! He wasn’t kidding. He completely forgot about the previous conversation. I drove the family Scout instead.
Now, going back to last week’s cake story, here is the recipe for the frosting I mentioned. I was out of town over the weekend so I couldn’t post it sooner. This is a favorite family recipe. Once you taste it, you’ll know why! Feel free to share it.
MOCHA FROSTING
1/2 Cup salted butter, at room temperature
1 box (LB) confectionary sugar
1/3 Cup strong coffee
1/3 Cup cocoa
Cream butter until fluffy. Add sugar. Mix well. Add cocoa. Mix well. Add sugar and cocoa gradually so you don’t end up with a dust storm in the kitchen! Add coffee. Mix well. Beat until frosting is fluffy. It won’t be marshmallow fluff soft, but it should be softer than the just-mixed state. It will be easier to spread on cakes.
Prepare coffee by doubling the amount of coffee normally used, instant or brewed.
Use on cakes, cupcakes, and making your own sandwich cookies (shortbread works great!) This is a little rich, so go easy.
My mother would usually make a double batch, half to frost a cake, and half
to go in a container in the refrigerator to be eaten by the (small) spoonful. Bliss!
JoanH: ROFL at your dad. Have you mentioned that conversation to him lately?
And THANK YOU for that recipe. It’s going into my recipe folder as “JoanH’s Mocha Frosting.” I am definitely going to make a batch.
Alas, my father has been deceased for 20 years now. And my mother passed 18 months ago. It’s hard to think of being an orphan when you’re in your 50′s.
My father would drive with a lead foot. He would actually sort of rear up in the driver’s seat and stomp on the gas. One time he did this on the way to visit my aunt and he broke the timing chain! So here we are, my parents and us 4 kids, waiting by the side of the expressway for the tow truck. He was hard on cars that way. And his lead foot seems to have been inherited by other members of the family!
P.S. You’re welcome to the frosting recipe. Just remember not to overindulge: it could render you comatose from the sugar overload, but you’ll be smiling the whole time. 
JoanH: I am going to make the frosting in the next couple of weeks to celebrate school being out. (Having coffee leftover is going to be the hard part! HAHAH)
I remembered that about your mom’s passing when I read it above. I got a chuckle out of your dad’s “lead foot” legacy.
my very first car was tiny! It was a mini clubman estate and tho I can’t remember it’s yr it was old … my brother called it the conservatory because it had moss growing along the window edges. The back doors came wired shut! When Betsy eventually left me (sold for £50 to a friend who just wanted the engine for his kit car) I had to get in and out of the passenger door because the drivers door didn’t work (good job I was skinny back then!) There was a hole in the side of the car near the drivers door where an ex leant on it and his thumb went in! There were also two holes in the floor under my feet, just small ones though lol The final straw was when the brakes went … thankfully my Mum requested a quick stop at a friends before we went down the hill to my house where my Dad and then fiancee were working otherwise …
Well she was well loved and being so tiny went like a bomb cos she had a 1400 engine 
Mini clubman Estates are brill to learn in cos you can see exactly where the back is, being flat, and with hardly any nose it’s easy to see at junctions
I miss that car 
but thanks for all the memories
My first car that was technically mine was a 1964 Buick Special that is the only car I know of that was a two speed automatic (low and drive). I nearly burned it up trying to install an 8-track player/radio, hooking the power directly to the car battery. Ah, the good ol’ days!