I ordered a 1982 from overseas the last time I was stationed in Korea and picked it up at a dealer in Omaha. Fun car, peppy, no back seat and looking back on it, it looked like a frog. But at the time, I thought I had the world by the tail. Only manual transmission I’ve ever owned.
I bet it was: under the skin it was effectively a Mustang. I just could never get past those headlights!