Sometimes when you combine two things you get a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts. It’s from this principle that a great many of the things that make life tolerable arise. Combine chocolate and peanut butter, sororities and tequila, or tag teams and wrestling and you get something so far improved upon its component parts that it takes on an identity of its own. Unfortunately this principle has a bad side; some of the most diabolical features of modern life come from matches made in hell such as steroids and Viagra or fan fiction and erotica.

Still these combinations are mostly good+good=great or bad+bad=new identity in different country with no extradition laws. It takes a rare genius operating with some sort of demented calculus to take two good things and make something terrible. In 1959 the CIA decided to test an aerosol variant of LSD ultimately meant for Fidel Castro in the Chevrolet design studio. The result was a strange combination of muscle car and truck that failed to be either. They called it El Camino; which is Mexican for “the road.” The misbegotten hybrid lingered on for close to thirty years before finally making a quiet exit in 1987, a reduced and wretched signifier of bad ideas in times gone by, like the Spanish inquisition or hoop skirts.

It takes a special kind of idiot to bring back this kind of disaster. And so, ladies and gentlemen, from the company that brought you the Aztek, feast your eyes on the Pontiac Sports Truck. Part Australian sports car, part pick up truck, and all brutally ugly and pointless.