This is the X132 Hellcat from Confederate. It radiates Badass like it’s the Chernobyl of Badassery. Even the name is badass. Let’s talk about the name for a sec… It’s very fitting. In WWII at the start of the Pacific Theatre Conflict, the US Navy had a lot of fighters called the Wildcat. The Jap Zeroes had little problem knocking them out of the sky as the Zeeks were faster, more agile, and just gave us hell. So the US Navy decided to give them hell. They came out with the Hellcat and it was all about brutality. More powerful engines and weapons and all the sudden the table was turned. It was an overpowered, overgunned fighter that claimed 5271 enemy fighters – more than any other allied aircraft.
Now take a look at this motorcycle and tell me it’s not worthy of that name!
2163 CC’s of Muscle giving the Hellcat 132 Horsepower and an asskicking 150 pounds of torque. That’s a ridiculous amount of power in such a little bike. It’s heavy, 500 pounds, but that weight is all engine. This bike is a wicked cross between a Bobber and a Cafe Racer.
The Hellcat is no chopped and beefed up Harley. Don’t let the V-Twin engine fool you. This bike is engineered from the ground up to be exactly what it is… a brutal force of nature that has no mercy for it’s enemies… Everything on the bike is designed specifically for it’s purpose. This is Engineering from the school of the Ends Justify The Means.
The Cafe Racer style is my favorite kind of motorcycle. It’s stripped down, purpose driven, lean, and angry. And then there is Confederate Motorcycle’s take on the Cafe Racer concept… I think the early planning stages had a discussion over what bike this would end up being.
“Gentilemen, this is a Cafe Racer.” Thuggish looking brutes with folded arms and stoney faces looked at the little Cafe bike with disapproval. One of them unfolded an arm like a side of beef and raised it…
“It needs more.”
“More of what?”
And then to illustrate what the bike needed more off, the large brute smashed the board room table into splinters with his fists, and then ate it.
And that’s how the Hellcat was born… through malice and furious rage. This is bike isn’t in a Biker’s Dream… This bike is in a Biker’s Nightmares – this is coming after them – and they can’t get away from it no matter what they do. The hellcat is coming for them. This is the bike that Death himself rides, this is Mortis. And Hell follows it.