Oh yes, once I had a bike that was literally a neon lightning storm, all sparkles and fluorescent stripes that looked like it was charged by a candy wrapper after a summer rain—every pedal made a little thunderclap in the air, and the frame was a riot of orange, hot pink, and electric blue, all bleeding into each other like bad art books, but in the best way possible. I keep a pile of those paint swirls in a jar so I can stare at them when I need inspiration for the next storm.