With its crypto-Billy Idol soundtrack and jiggly graphics, this ad for the '91 Escort stands with one foot in the Eighties and the other in the Nineties. Check out that extraordinarily plastic-looking grille, which warned the unwary of the 127 horses under the GT's hood. Perhaps Team Make:Way is onto something with their choice of an early-90s Escort as their 24 Hours of LeMons entry!
In 1988 my not-yet-wife's Impulse was creamed by a truck, and the trucking company paid for a long-term rental Escort GT. I don't know how well the '91 model did, but that '88 model went like fury - a GLHS with less oversteer, not quite as much power, and no VW in the family tree. It was hellacious, tiny, frugal and fast.
I had it up to 110mph, the little engine cranking over like the world was coming to an end, the scenery ripping by like it couldn't afford to be seen with me. It was awesome.
Ghastly interior, though. Couldn't wait to get out of it. That seems to be my experience with Fords; so much to love, but an unpleasant experience in spite of all that.