Still, If I ever had the chance to get my hands on an Esprit Turbo, I would. Back when a lot of my peers had their Countach posters in their bedrooms, I was fantasizing about the Esprit.
Satch Carlson, the great op-ed writer for Autoweek back in the day, owned an Esprit. He wrote a piece once describing the time he decided he was tired of the Esprit leaving small puddles of oil on the floor of his garage, so he “borrowed” one of his wife’s cookie sheets, and put it under the nominal leak. Within a couple of days the leak had somehow shifted to the other side of the car. He chased the leak back and forth for a couple of days with that small baking sheet before going nuclear and buying a huge commercial baking sheet that fit the entire width of the car, whereupon the leak migrated to the steering rack. He gave up and took the baking sheet out, and the leak moved back to the original location.
More generally, I owned an ‘84 Fiero GT with the rather fun 5-speed manual for a while. It was a hoot of a car, especially for the time.