Riding The Wraith
Pure Power, Pure Pain
There's not another bike made with as much visceral appeal as Confederate's B120 Wraith. The carbon-fiber frame, massive fork and seven-spoke wheels-all handmade by England's BlackStone Tek-are as gorgeous as anything in the MotoGP paddock, and the excess of hand-machined aluminum is overwhelming. An intricate starting ritual demands respect-neglect to depress both compression releases on the 120-cubic-inch (1965cc) V-twin and you'll be buying another battery, if not another primary belt. Thumb the starter and the motor erupts with a rebel yell loud enough to stop an elderly heart. The riding experience is as raw as the styling. The billet-and-leather saddle looks (and feels) like something sourced from an S&M; supply house, and hard-edged levers-the left tugging what feels like the clutch from an Abrams tank-murder your hands. Fuel is carried under the bike, leaving only a hot, shaking cylinder head for your knees to grip. And you'll want to grip something-hard-before you unleash all 130 lb.-ft. of torque. That much force in a claimed 385-pound dry package makes the Wraith lethal at stoplights, and it's shockingly effective in turns too, thanks to a reasonable wheelbase, sportbike rubber and perfectly calibrated Penske suspension. The $92,500 Wraith ain't cheap-and it sure as hell isn't practical-but it's undeniably thrilling to ride. And absolutely unlike anything else on the road.