My little NS50F, however, was worlds removed from factory status. Long gone were the Miami Vice-style graphics; the stock look had been scrapped in favor of a black rattle can job, with a splash of (Sharpie) silver flames on the (dented) gas tank. The foot pegs were homemade, crudely fabricated from hollow steel rods with screws driven through them. The catch can was rigged out of a DayQuil bottle. It had no gauges, headlight or turn signals. In fact, every trace of street legal-ness had been removed from the little machine. It had spent its entire life as a race bike, I was told. A man named Harry Akuda built the engine. It was a custom job with a Kawasaki KX60 piston and special tune. If I had any questions about the build – too bad – because Mr. Akuda was no longer with us.