Whether 'tis nobler for the ride to suffer
The slings and arrows of powder coating,
And to put up with limited colours and a lacklustre finish,
And by opposing end them? To wax: to polish;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the multiple clear coats
That metal is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be rust'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;