Walky’s truck is literally just my own.  It belonged to my grandfather, then it belonged to my dad, and then it belonged to me when I was in art school.  The, uh, accessories were truly my own, from the Jack in the Box antenna topper to the Godzilla cupholder (which I still have) to the muffler in the truck bed.  And, yes, the AM radio.  It was not good for much but Radio Disney and some kinda Yodel Network.  It was the tiniest damn truck.  It was considered a truck only by technicality of having a truck bed — the thing was more of a go-cart.

When I’d written this comic, the truck had recently died.  This was my loving tribute.