A few years back, the Stikeleathers and the Matthai hung out for an evening of stories and fun in Georgetown. An absolute blast, as always, and we ended up killing at least one bottle of Maker's Mark. In an opportune moment of clarity, I asked Stike if he'd ever reconsider his firm "no checkerboard graphics" policy...ever.
Surprisingly enough, there was a distinct "maybe" uttered that evening, and I proceeded to beat him down about that every few months or so until he finally got sick of me, and said to just toss the white whale in the trunk the next time I was in Raleigh/Durham.
The good friend that he is, Stike sweated through the tape/masking job from hell, and the paint started to fly.