Curbside Musings: 1987 Ford Escort GT – Proper Form

1987 Ford Escort GT. Downtown Flint, Michigan. Saturday, August 16, 2025.

This past summer while at the annual Back To The Bricks car festival in downtown Flint, I came across yet another once-ordinary vehicle which fascinated me more than the much more desirable machines surrounding it.  Inexplicably in our General Motors factory town, there seemed to have been an unusually plentiful number of Ford Escorts running around.  The above example was an immediate throwback to my high school years, where a few similar to this one were regularly seen in the parking lot of Flint Central.  It also took me back to the time from the early through mid ’90s when I had worked on a golf course as both a landscaping technician and also on maintenance of both of the actual courses.

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Stories of that fun time of my life in my early adulthood would be several tangents too far for the purposes of this essay, but the ultimate tie-in is that in the parking lot of the large, metal maintenance building of that residential golf resort community in southwest Florida were two Ford Escort GTs of this vintage owned by my coworkers.  Mike, another Midwestern transplant, had owned the red example pictured above, and a white one had belonged to Tina, who I had nicknamed the “Grape Lady” for her occasional tendency to start hilarious food fights in the lunchroom by chucking grapes with brute force at unsuspecting people.  I liked both of them a lot, and no, they were not a couple.

1987 Ford Escort GT. Downtown Flint, Michigan. Saturday, August 16, 2025.

I had mowed a lot of greens, tees, approaches, and even fairways by my early twenties, by which time I had acquired a certain acumen in precision and avoidance of scalping the perimeters by going or mowing too far beyond the set borders.  For all the work I had done on the golf course in the hot Florida sun, I had never actually golfed until the day of some of these pictures.  This remains the only time to date that I have attempted to golf on a course that doesn’t have little windmills or miniature moving obstacles on it.

Joe Dennis attempting to golf. Sometime in 1996.

Getting ready to leave some crater-sized divots that I probably had to fill later, c. 1996.

I had been invited to join my fellow blue-collar workers for a round of golf after work one day.  Maybe it was compliments of our management staff or something, but rounds here were not cheap, and this was an exclusive club with expensive annual dues.  “But guys, I don’t know the first thing about golfing!  I’ve never swung a real club in my life.”  “Just keep your head down and your arm straight.  It’s easy!  After a few times, you’ll get it.”  Lies.  I don’t care what innate gifts one possesses, how much beer is or is not involved, or how much your free round of golf would normally cost you.  There is a reason why people pay good money to take golf lessons, and my form above contains exhibits A, B, C, and possibly D of how not to swing a golf club.

1987 Ford Escort GT and EXP print ad, as sourced from the internet.

Getting back to this Escort GT, when these were new, I had thought they looked cool… for an Escort.  The grille treatment with its asymmetrical slats and aero-styled body addenda somehow gave the three-door more of a visual kinship with their European Ford brethren.  Those with monochromatic paint schemes somehow looked more serious, as if there was actual performance on tap.  At the stage of my life when this car was new, and despite growing up in the birthplace city of General Motors, I couldn’t have been called a diehard Chevy guy.  If anything, I was still enamored with the various Fords I had seen just a handful of years before while briefly in western Europe, such as the Mk III Capri and the beautiful, aero-shaped Sierra.

1987 Chevrolet Cavalier Z24 brochure page as sourced from the internet.

With that said and from a visual perspective, the new-for-’86 Chevy Cavalier Z24 was a knockout (relatively speaking) in either of its closed body styles available at the time.  In hatchback form and compared with the Escort GT, there was no contest.  It was almost like a continuation of Ford’s and Chevrolet’s respective legacies of more utilitarian-looking (save the first Ford Mustang and a few other exceptions) versus extra care paid to aesthetics.  The Escort arguably had a nicer face, but the Cavalier hatchback had the better everything else.

1987 Ford Escort GT. Downtown Flint, Michigan. Saturday, August 16, 2025.

A new ’87 Cavalier Z24 hatchback would have set you back about $10,100 ($28,800 in 2025) to start, which was about $1,400 or 16% more than the starting price of the Escort GT ($24,800 in 2025).  What that extra money got you, among other things, was a 2.8L V6 with 125 horsepower and a Getrag five-speed manual which made the Z24 capable of 0-60 time in the upper eight-second to mid nine-second range.  The Escort GT came standard with a high-output, 115-horse version of the 1.9L four-cylinder engine that came standard in lesser Escorts with just 90 horsepower in base form.  With its five-speed, one could get to sixty miles per hour in something like eleven and a half seconds.  Ouch.  Now, I’m not the guy to tell you about rear axle ratios or gear spacing, but unless the various numbers I’ve found online are far from the truth, the Z24 would have spanked the GT repeatedly even on the former’s worst day.  Both cars had a curb weight of about 2,500 pounds, so it wasn’t that, either.

1987 Ford Escort GT. Downtown Flint, Michigan. Saturday, August 16, 2025.

It really is hard to remember how radical (in the literal sense and not in the ’80s slang way) aero-styled details were at the time of the ’86 introduction of this era of Escort GT.  Composite headlamps, for example, had been featured on some U.S. cars for only a couple of years by that point.  I could see how some might have had an aesthetic preference for the Escort GT over the Cavalier Z24 for that reason, as the Chevy still bore the increasingly passé, angular hallmarks of the Irv Rybicki era of GM styling, sealed-beam headlamps and all.  For me, though, it comes back to the shape of the Cavalier hatch as the more enduring shape in 2025 among the domestic econoboxes of the day.  I realize that this is like comparing, say, coffee filters, but I will say this about this generation of Escort GT.  It was no VW Golf GTI, but by the sheer number of these cars that I remember seeing on the street, it was clear that Ford, at the very least, had landed one on the green.

Downtown Flint, Michigan.
Saturday, August 16, 2025.

Paul Niedermeyer has also expressed thoughts and feelings about the first-generation, U.S.-market Ford Escort.