By the mid-1980s, the Chevrolet Nova had made a rather unceremonious transition from compact muscle car to rebadged front-wheel drive Toyota hatchback. It wasn't a bad car, but it certainly wasn't a great one, nor one that people would lust after.

So when you have a car as boring as the '86 Nova, how do you dress it up for the Chicago Auto Show, the place where glamorous shitboxes reign supreme? With somersaults, spins, and synth music care of The Jitterbugs, and some of the most bored backup dancers the world has ever known.

I'd kill to see some shit like this at a modern auto show. I really would. It would make the bad coffee, the dialup-slow wifi, and the forced enthusiasm all worth it.

Hat tip to Autoblog!