Nevada racing stripes.

They are a badge of honor.  A sign of a fearless desire to push your machine through the densest tangle, down the narrowest track, and to wend your way past the stiffest pinyon pine forest, all to see if you can make it to the other side.

  It's the only way to do it.  Here is my machine, proudly sporting the stripes.  They might buff out, maybe.