They did the same at the Ford dealer back in the early '80's. Pinstripes, mouldings, vinyl tops.
Side story: The guy that did the pinstriping pulled his supplies to the dealership in literally, a little red wagon. Basically, he was an alcoholic and was prohibited from having a license. Anyways, the guy would come in and you could smell the booze at 50 yards. His hands were shaking like a dog shitting fish hooks as he got set up. Then, like magic, as soon as that striping brush hit the car,,,,,,,,,,dead steady and he'd pull a perfectly straight line from one end of the car to the other. Soon as the brush came off the paint, his hands were shaking again. It was sad (that he was a big time alcoholic) and amazing at the same time.
Really side story: A custom shop a few blocks from the dealership had a guy that could work magic with paint and I guess he liked his mind altering drugs. For one car, he sat for hours watching a fire burn while throwing different wood, metal and who knows what on it and watched the colors and how the flames jumped and danced. Then he did a flame job on a car freehand and it was awesome. No taping, no chalking the pattern onto the panels, nothing. Another time he dumped a gallon of orange juice on the floor and watched how it splashed and spread, turned around and painted a car called "Tangerine Dream". His work would have put a lot of the top painters to shame. Guess that's what you call an art-eest. They're the ones that do awesome work but are a bit (or a lot) on the strange side.
Sorry for going off on a tangent!