Between Beauregard and Rochester, there was the Mustang.
It didn’t have (or earn) a name; I didn’t have it nearly as long, nor did it make much of an memory. My really only remaining impression of the car was…crap. It wasn’t even a Real Mustang; it was an early-70s Mustang II. A Pinto with a Mustang-inspired body.
The Top Gear guys picked the Mustang II among the Worst American cars ever made (S5E16), and I must endorse that choice. All I remember about the Mustang II was how quickly it fell apart.
Ford committed larceny on a grand scale producing this…thing, and they should be ashamed. Less than six months from a car to a piece of yard art. In between, it was a money vacuum, sucking up dollars and producing only smoke.