I've always questioned the conceptual sanity of hot-rod pickups. It reminds me of a practical joke played on some gearhead's unwitting grandpa: adding 500 horses of neck-snapping power to the ol' jalopy he carts his prize-winning turnips to the county fair in. "Hey Earl, grandad'll sure be surprised when he hits the gas on this som'bitch!"
But I'm a city slicker, so what do I know. Still, who wouldn't be impressed by the head-over-heels audaciousness it takes to stuff a Viper V-10 motor into a truck, such that the only thing that truck can haul is three tons of ass. Blows my mind, I tell you.