On some level, every man is a rebel. Every man craves to feel the unabated wind in his face, the vigorous breath of freedom. There is nothing new in this – it is the nature of mankind, and it’s as old as time. It’s a restlessness that moves us forward, that makes us always crave to feel the open road, to pursue horizons. This rebellion inside us, the sometimes whispered, sometimes shouted voice of our individuality, is the voice of wheels under our seats. A motorcycle captures our very essence of our need to roll. It feels the texture of the path and communicates it directly, with no ambiguity. There is simply no more consummate expression of the individual than the motorcycle. And there is simply no better expression of the motorcycle than the CONFEDERATE P120 FIGHTER COMBAT.