Except in John's case, the bracket first gets clamped to a shiny workbench, where the paint is carefully removed with several brand-new sheets of sandpaper. Then it's placed gently into it's custom foam-lined carrying case and driven by chauffered limousine to an unmarked industrial warehouse in downtown Ballard. Men in black suits and shades carefully wash and prep the bracket for it's powder coating, done by three vestal virgins in matching pastel biohazard suits. After being dried by their (filtered) breath, the bracket is returned by secret black helicopters to John's mountain fortress, where he finally installs it into his truck (scratching it deeply with his low-bid aviation screwdriver).
All in good fun, John.
-jon-