Curbside Musings: 1989 Ford Tempo GL – Gold-Coasting

1989 Ford Tempo GL. Gold Coast, Chicago, Illinois. Saturday, June 8, 2024.

My ongoing quest to see more of my city led me through Chicago’s tony Gold Coast neighborhood to get to North Avenue Beach, a stretch of waterfront I had seen many times from DuSable Lake Shore Drive but had never been to before.  It was an overcast Saturday and while I’m okay in large crowds of people where I can just get lost and blend in, I was looking forward to taking advantage of fewer folks being there on a cloudy day.  I figured I could be more introspective and also get all the pictures I wanted without feeling like an intruder.

It was shockingly easy to get there from my home, which made me wonder why it had taken me so long to explore a beach outside of my immediate area.  I took a Red Line train south from Edgewater to the North & Clybourn station, and then the eastbound 72 North Avenue bus, which put me only ten to fifteen minutes walking distance from Lake Michigan.  I had thought the bus would take me straight there, but it didn’t – which was okay, since it yielded my opportunity to spot today’s featured car, an ’89 Ford Tempo.

North Ave. & State Pkwy. Gold Coast, Chicago, Illinois. Saturday, June 8, 2024.

This wasn’t the first Tempo I’ve seen and written about over the past couple of years (that honor belongs to this ’92 GLS), but it’s maybe the fifth I’ve seen out in the wild probably over the past decade or so, at least to my recollection.  A first-year example was the first car to which I had exclusively held the keys as my ride.  I’ve mentioned that red, ’84 Tempo GL many times over the years, but the Cliff’s Notes version of that story is that it had been the family car purchased new in the fall of ’84, then given to me just seven years later during my senior year of high school.

I sold it almost immediately after taking possession and used the cash to buy a ’76 Chevy Malibu Classic two-door.  I loved that Malibu, but it turned out to be a rolling Bondo party (masked very well), and thirsty.  It was smooth as silk to drive and operate, had good power from its two-barrel 350 V8, and was super comfortable, but my days of long, aimless joyrides were effectively over once it sat in the driveway in the space the Tempo had once occupied.

1984 Ford Tempo FL brochure page as sourced from www.oldcarbrochures.org.

From the 1984 Ford Tempo sales brochure.

I wanted rid of the Tempo not only because of associations with my family and the car seeming stale by then, but it simply wouldn’t keep running while at a stop.  That was a problem.  After multiple trips to Autotech Garage in downtown Flint which resulted in only incremental increases in driveability, my teenage self decided that car had to go.  Maybe it was one step in needed self-differentiation from my family of origin, but whatever.  That Tempo had also become something of a punchline with my friends and me.

It had only an AM radio with a dashboard-mounted speaker, no air conditioning, and the unfortunate habit of chirping the front tires at a stop light when I’d shift from revving in neutral (which I did to keep it from stalling) to “drive”.  Chevettes and Horizons resultantly showed no mercy, as their drivers would accept my unintentional “challenge” and leave my poor Tempo in the dust while my friends would chuckle, or in the case of my best bud, Fred, burst out into a loud, hyena-like howl when this would happen.  (He still laughs like that.)

1989 Ford Tempo GL. Gold Coast, Chicago, Illinois. Saturday, June 8, 2024.

I’m pretty comfortable anywhere I go these days, though it’s true that this wasn’t always the case.  That’s not to say that I don’t love or embrace having grown up in a Rust Belt factory town, but there have been times when I have found myself amid surroundings that have felt way too fancy where I’d ask myself, Joe, what are you doing here?  Humor has often been my fallback, but even more than this, I also came to internalize that I am not “less than” and no less deserving to be anywhere that anyone else can go.

With that said, I immediately identified with this ’89 Tempo on some level when I stumbled across it.  This small, affluent enclave on the easternmost section of North Avenue was built up with historic brownstones, large mansions, and towering high-rises, with some private passenger vehicles on the streets there worth more than the principal amount of my former house note.  And here was this gold Tempo, sitting there as if to say, “Yeah?  What?

Sculpture of influential dentist Greene Valdimar Black. Gold Coast, Chicago, Illinois. Saturday, June 8, 2024.

You’re in a fancy neighborhood when it has statues.  Influential dentist Greene Vardiman Black.

I’ve already cited the reasons for my bias against these cars as specific to the example I had owned, but the one thing I feel the original ’84 Tempo four-door had absolutely nailed was its styling.  Its look was peerless, with its Probe III showcar-inspired styling, aircraft-style doors, and uniquely slatted, body-colored grille treatment.  It looked like a North American, front-drive version of the trendsetting European Ford Sierra to me.

To this day, I don’t understand why the look of the original Tempo hasn’t gotten its due the way the style of the early Taurus continues to.  I’m sure the 2.3 liter “high swirl combustion” four-cylinder (better known as a computerized, two-thirds of a Falcon six) and its lack of power and thrashy operation has something to do with that (beauty is as beauty does), but does that mean that credit shouldn’t be given where it is actually due?  The Tempo’s ’88 restyle, in my opinion, took away the one, really good thing the Tempo ever had.

1989 Ford Tempo GL. Gold Coast, Chicago, Illinois. Saturday, June 8, 2024.

Where do I start?  Please allow me to be less than my normal, diplomatic self as I wax the opposite-of-poetic about the styling.  In place of a look that was an artful interpretation of the early aero look was an exterior that was supposed to ape Taurus but was thoroughly uninspired.  The conventional chrome grille up front.  Those blocky, unimaginative, full-width, tricolor taillamps.  The worst of it for me was that C-pillar seam that appeared out of nowhere.  Instead of even trying to hide the cheapness, Ford put a piece of trim there as if to emphasize it.  “We meant to do that.”  Yeah, okay.

Even the headlights were irksome to me.  They seemed to be staring up at the sky at a fifteen-degree angle, like an early-’80s Celica, but without something as cool as the actual Celica attached.  I know the Tempo was supposed to be basic transportation, but did it also have to stop caring about how it looked?  Let’s not even talk about how only the four-door got a full restyle for ’88, leaving the never-popular coupe to continue its same, basic exterior styling for its entire run with updates that seemed insignificant.

1989 Ford Tempo print ad, as sourced from the internet.

1989 Ford Tempo GLS print ad.

The Tempo was a popular car.  The restyled ’88 models found almost 476,700 buyers (of which only 10% were coupes), which represented a whopping 69% increase over ’87, the final year for the first-generation.  Eighty-nine, the year of our featured car, saw sales slip to about 288,800, but this was still a great number, and not all that far behind that of the best-selling car that year, the Honda Accord, which posted 362,700 units.  The ’89 Accord also was the first foreign branded model that topped the annual U.S. sales chart.  This gold Tempo was new when that happened.  Even without knowing anything about the dynamic qualities of either car, look at pictures of both the Ford and the Honda, side-by-side.  Next.

1989 Ford Tempo GL. Gold Coast, Chicago, Illinois. Saturday, June 8, 2024.

By the numbers, Ford had multiple gold-spinners in ’89, with 363,100 Escorts, 133,700 Probes, 209,800 Mustangs, 395,300 Tauruses, 114,900 Thunderbirds, and 134,100 Crown Victorias, among them.  Chevrolet beat Ford’s total production that year by just over 40,500 units, or 3% (1,275,500 vs. 1,235,000).  I had originally wanted to present a metaphor for this Tempo related to how it just coasted along, but there were actually at least a couple of innovations along its lifespan, including an all-wheel-drive variant (1987 – ’91) and a 3.0L V6 option (1992 – ’94).

Instead, I’ll bring it back to my original, faded red ’84 GL that could coast downhill almost as fast as it would move under its own power, or so it seemed.  (Cue Fred’s hyena-laugh.)  In any case and in this neighborhood chock-full of high net worth individuals and statues of historic figures sprinkled about, this gold Tempo seemed to serve as a reminder that it’s one hundred percent okay at all times to bring one’s authentic self wherever one goes.

Gold Coast, Chicago, Illinois.
Saturday, June 8, 2024.