Trucks turned into explosions of color, poetry, film stars and Sufi saints side by side. To some, they're kitsch. To others, they're the most honest public art Pakistan has. When truck art moves from highways to gallery walls, does it stop being what it was? Why does art need elite spaces to be taken seriously? Why is working-class male expression of beauty dismissed as garish while minimalist gallery aesthetics get called sophisticated? What does our relationship to truck art reveal about who gets to decide what counts as culture and what stays "too public" to be serious?