A neon green oxymoron that stretched across state lines. It’s a good thing she was a Kawi instead of a kidnapping because the latter would have gotten you federal time. And time was something the Salvo did not have. Her clock had been ticking down since ’05 and there wasn’t much left. Unlike most other prostreet builds the Salvo had been constructed simply for flogging. Vicious flogging at the hands of men who neither understood nor cared.

The 12″ over swingarm and 240 series rubber provided the ideal wheelbase and contact patch for her intended punishment. She would be matched in bloodsport competition against feral four wheeled imports. Drifting grudge matches that would assuredly end in the most massive of highsides. The only real question is which would give first, the motor or the man?