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With more than a touch of Louisiana voodoo, Confederate Motor Company introduces its most ambitious and outrageous project yet—the Wraith. Monster Garage has a lot to answer for. The Discovery Channel’s hit series, featuring the rambunctious Jesse James as chief designer, appeals to the maverick macho spirit that lurks just under the skin of many American men. As James’ fame spreads beyond the world of cable television, so too are customized cars and motorcycles elbowing their way to the front of every loudmouth crowd.
There is nothing new about all this, although the current fashion mirrors a renegade spirit that owes more to Black Hawk Down or The Terminator than it does to The Wild One, the definitive bad-biker movie. The whole custom chopper concept can be traced to the bobbers of the postwar era, when Southern California was a wide-open paradise for young, free-spirited ex-GI bikers freshly sprung from the horrors of the Pacific theater. Our young heroes stripped WD Harleys and Indians of their clunky, military bodywork, mufflers, and mechanics and dickied up the tanks with a splash or two of color. Having reduced the bike’s weight by half, a young lad could then do a modest amount of tuning to the venerable V-twin engines and have a fine hoss on which to cruise the boulevards of the Pacific coast, making as much noise and fuss as possible as he went. Not much has changed.
When he founded the Confederate Motor Company in the early 1990s, Chambers wanted to retain the styling keystones, the sound and the fury, of the chopper era. But at the same time, he wanted to create a high-tech motorcycle with handling and engineering equal to the best European and Japanese sport bikes. The Wraith’s designer and builder is J.T. Nesbitt, a talented and cerebral gentleman who includes among his inspirations the work of Alexander Calder, the celebrated American metalsmith who created beautifully balanced wire and metal sculptures that hang, turn, and float in space. Calder’s influence is apparent in Nesbitt’s design of the Wraith. The dramatically curved tube that forms the backbone of the bike and holds the hidden rear suspension is a sculptural statement, and a bold one at that. Nesbitt borrows from the same bob jobs and choppers that inspire James, although this is where any comparison between the two men ends. Nesbitt looks beyond the bobbers, back to the board-track racers of an earlier era, the roaring, carefree ’20s, when young bucks rode their stripped-bare Indians and Harleys around the steeply banked wooden tracks that were the forerunners of today’s banked oval race circuits. These bikes were, essentially, two wheels with a V-twin engine in the middle—no frills, not even brakes. Their only function was to go fast. The Wraith’s profile is reminiscent of a board-tracker, with two wheels sandwiching a big V-twin engine.
So, does the sum of these parts add up to something? It is too early to say. The two most striking features of the bike are the tubular spine and the front fork. The spine works functionally and aesthetically. As for the front fork, let’s look at it. To be fair, the motorcycle fork has always been a problem for designers and engineers from Tokyo to Torrance. Front forks do not function very well. They go up and down just when you do not want them to (cranked hard over on a bumpy road is not when you want to have plunging, rebounding forks), they flex, they twist and shout. Center hub steering was an early attempt to solve the riddle, used on the Ner-a-Car in the 1920s and more recently on various Bimotas. But such models are heavy, expensive, and difficult to make. BMW developed its own center-hub hybrid, the telelever, which works very well. All others have adapted the simple fork familiar from bicycles for 150 years.
Confederate is based in New Orleans, center of the voodoo universe, and you have to hand it to Chambers and Nesbitt for having a sense of humor to match their sense of design adventure. Thankfully, they also have no sense of decorum. This Wraith, a Gothic specter of death freshly emerged from the swamps of Louisiana, deserves no such restraints. Confederate Motor Company |
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