We had a Pontiac Aztek in our long-term fleet for a year. With its screaming yellow paint and gray cladding, my manhood was called into question on two separate occasions by passing motorists. While shooting the Aztek by a shallow stream, some mud found its way into the vehicle's crevices. After a day, a foul odor greeted whomever drove it. It quickly earned the name "AZZtek."