Closest candidate would be my 1982 cadillac cimarron, the first year for a dreadful joke in badge engineering.
I rather liked mine; it was like they took an oversprung 18-wheeler leather seat and bolted it in a chevy cavalier with more gauges and some fancy gold honeycomb 13" rims. Sadly, if I waited a year, I could have gotten the 2.0 with fuel injection vs my 1.8 with a Rube Goldberg carburetor.
My dad had a POS Ford fairmont station wagon he factory ordered with the 200-6 and a 4 speed stick shift. Even though the base MSRP was $4200 he spent $6k on this and still got no AC, no radio (he put in a k-mart sparkomatic), vinyl seats, crank windows, etc. The stick was a feature only he could love; it had a huge power curve gap between 2nd and 3rd and would invariably ping trying to make it up that hill in 3rd. He was also always frigging with the e-brake, frozen cables etc because the car just wanted an automatic trans that could have been in "park".
I got to drive it in its elderly years. He put a manual choke in it but then turned the auto choke back on. I pulled the knob and he chastised me for not knowing he had reset it to stock. Near the very end the clutch was fried so you had to turn the key off at intersections to put it in 1st gear then start it up when the light turned green. Discretion being the better part of valor, I refused to drive that thing, even though I just got my permit and wanted to drive everything everywhere.
He sold that car to a toothless guy in a trailer park and got a forgettable Escort, also with stick. He waltzed into the dealer demanding a stick shift taurus wagon (which I knew from Consumer Reports didn't exist) then when Ford couldn't make what he wanted he downgraded his demands to that escort, proving some point to someone.