Cop Car's Beat

Moving on - literally

A rendering of what the Sustainable Flight Demonstrator could look like; its first flight could be in 2028. Boeing

Moving right along to more normal postings than I've made recently, I give everyone who hasn't already seen it a peek at a concept being developed by NASA and Boeing for future single-aisle, two-engine passenger planes (concept image, above). The aim is to drastically reduce drag (high aspect, thin wing) and improve engine performance to provide fuel efficient and less polluting commercial operations. Some think that braced wings look strange, and they do on such large aircraft, but most pilots have learned to fly in braced-wing aircraft such as the Cessnas that I flew in training - and on which I later worked for my first five years with Cessna (late 1975 - early 1981). The implementation of the wing bracing is a bit different in the proposed configuration. The design is optimized to obtain not only structural integrity from the braces, but lift. (Most modern commercial aircraft are optimized to take advantage of the "incidental" lift provided by non-lift surfaces such as the fuselage.)

I find the concept exciting and entreat you to follow the link to a Popular Science article about it.

I note that I like the placement of the horizontal stabilizer - up out of the turbulence from the engines. In addition, I like the idea of electric propulsion for this aircraft as was reported in an earlier article (link provided in the above-linked article.) It somewhat bothers me to think about the fuel storage requirements for jet engines with no storage space in the wing.

Beep Beep

Thanks to Bits and Pieces for posting the following embedded video. Car Show Crazy tells the story of the song and the car.

 

Hunky Husband and I were first married on January 1, 1958. The song was released in 1958 and tickled my funny bone. Yes, our* second car was a Nash Rambler, purchased in 1960, our first car having been a used 1955 Plymouth Belvedere (in 1956 livery) that we purchased a couple of weeks before Dudette's expected birth. As she was a couple of weeks late in making her appearance, HH was fully acclimated to the Plymouth when he rushed me to the hospital for her birth. HH rushed me to the hospital in the 1960 Nash Rambler for the birth of Bogie three years later.

 

Did this song influence our purchase of the 1960 Nash Rambler? I doubt it. In those days, we were big followers of the recommendations by the Consumer's Union - now known as Consumer Reports. (I still subscribe to Consumer Reports.) 

 

Captain Wayne's Mad Music.com provides the following tale concerning the song in a left-hand sidebar.

 

I was told that this song was the result of a story related to the writer by a man named Bob Dietrich. He has passed away since but Bob was an old midget racer that had a short stint in NASCAR in 1951. Bob told me that he was driving his Lincoln between nascar races in a line of other racing people. He saw headlights coming up from the rear fast so he attempted to signal to the others ahead that they should slow down. He flashed his lights, swerved and beeped his horn all to no avail as his friends thought it was just a game and did the same to cars ahead of them. Then, suddenly as the headlights neared and passed him he saw in his headlights the side of the car which read "Billy Rexford - 1950 Nascar Grand National Champion". The Car was a NASH RAMBLER. Well, when Bob got to the hotel they were all staying at he found Billy in the bar and said "I've gotta see this Rambler". When he lifted the hood Rexford had replaced the factory six cylinder with a (I think) cadillac straight eight engine!!! Years after I heard the story I met Mr. Julian Busink - Bill Rexfords car owner. Mr busink stated that Nascar did give rexford a rambler and changing out the engine sounded like something Rexford would do!!!! (spuddy98)

 

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*     HH and I considered that car to be "ours", but in point of fact, we have never had joint ownership of a car. One must own a car outright in order to have a license plate with one's amateur radio call on it. Over the years, nearly all of our license plates have been HH's or my amateur radio call. Our first two cars were HH's. I didn't obtain a driver's license until Dudette was approaching her 1st birthday (I had just passed age 22), and I didn't own a car until a few years later when I bought a used 1962 VW Beetle making us a two-car family.

 

    Having an amateur radio call license plate was originally intended to provide amateur radio operators with unusual access to accident/disaster scenes so that they could provide emergency communications when called upon to do so. The fee in Kansas has always been $1/year for those plates, compared to the current $45.50/year for "vanity" plates that are available.

From last weekend

Cars

When Elder Brother stops in for a short visit, I clear out the garage enough that he may keep his car garaged. I started doing that one time when hail was forecasted to occur during his stay. At that time, it took some doing for me to clear the space because we had so much stuff in the garage. (One might recall that Hunky Husband and I combined households when I moved back to Kansas in 1990.) Over the years, I've managed to winnow our belongings, inside the house and inside the garage. Now, all I have to do is to place the garden cart and clippings bin out in the back yard; move the child's wagon with the two containers of gasoline for the lawn mower, the recycle and trash bins, within the garage; roll a small set of metal shelves and re-orient it within the garage; and park the lawn mower snug up against the wall out of the way - easily enough accomplished with a zero turn radius machine.

The first photo, below, snapped early Saturday morning (dark enough that the flash went off giving eery glows to the license plates and the rear reflectors on our cars) gives proof that the garage contents reconfiguration succeeds. Left to right, EB's 1992 W-124 Mercedes Benz, CC's 2014 Lincoln MKZ, and HH's 2018 Lexus ES350. 

Cantaloupe

Just before EB arrived, while clearing out the garage, I took the garden cart out by the woods for temporary storage. I noticed the nearly whole rind of a cantaloupe that had been abandoned by some wild critter(s) that had eaten the meat of the fruit. I didn't think much about it, but later noticed a couple of melons on the cantaloupe vines that had sprouted from the green garbage that I had buried some months ago. The next two photos show the two hills of cantaloupe vines that have survived. (I tore out one hill of vines that appeared, to me, to be some other melon variety - possibly squash - that I did not wish to have cross-pollinated with the cantaloupe.) Looking at the photos I found that I could not pick out either of the two melons among the vines in the first photo, but it does show a sumac sprout that I had failed to spot, in person! I've pointed out one of the two melons among the vines in the second photo.

 

 

 

For today's lunch, I cut into the melon that I had found was ripe on the vine. It was a strange looking melon, but it tasted good. Not great, but good enough.

It's found!

Someone from Eddy's Lincoln service shop will be picking up my car, tomorrow morning, to take it into Wichita for tire replacement. In preparation, I unloaded all of the "stuff" that I normally carry in my car - for two reasons: 1) They shouldn't have to be bothered with all of my junk, and 2) If I am missing something when the car is returned, I want to avoid any thinking on my part that "they" might be responsible for it. I lose stuff, all on my own, and don't need to be blaming anyone else. I started the cleanup in the trunk.

My normal complement of stuff in the trunk includes one fake leather tote (with jumper cables and windshield shade/cover), one duffle bag (with electric air pump, basic hand tools, and a good tire gage), one wool blanket, one terrycloth beach towel (full bed sized), and two bussing trays. I started by stacking the bussing trays, as they were nearest to me, and hauling the fake leather tote toward me and into the top bussing tray. The photo, below, is how the inside of my car's trunk looked.

Do you see what jumped out at me? I'll give you a close-up, below.

OMG - that's the top to one of our gasoline "cans" - missing since early November - My fun for the morning. My puzzlement over what happened to that cap has been settled. See? I lose stuff all on my own. No need to blame anyone else although I've always felt (and told my friends) that the sooner I accuse someone else of taking something from me, the sooner I shall find it. Finding the cap at this late date goes to show that it has been months since I've delved into the nether regions of my car's trunk - although the bussing trays have seen much use when I was picking up groceries, taking donations to Goodwill, or taking electronics to the e-cycle place. Obviously, I had done a poor job of looking for the cap in my car's trunk in the first place!

I can now put away/give away the new gasoline can that I bought as a replacement and not have to use pliers to unlock the pouring spout each time I wish to refuel the lawn mower from it. We're back to having two easy-to-use gasoline cans - a bit less safe, I know.

Week in review

The photo, below, hit my funny bone.

I know how Carlos feels. I vividly recall in the mid-1980s being plugged into a short-term (six week) assignment by my bosses at The Little Engineering Company for lack of availability of other, more qualified, people who had been identified in the proposal for doing the work. The first time this happened, I filled in for a PhD materials expert whose Special Access Clearance (SAC) was too slow in coming. As I already had two or three such clearances, my additional SAC was granted within hours of submitting my request. To this day, I don't know how badly I screwed up "my part" of the project or whether that project ever saw the light of day.

Another time I was a "plug-in", the guy who had been identified in the proposal just flat did not wish to spend a few weeks in Seattle. (We were never notified when proposal writers identified us as principal staff in a proposal and we were required to keep detailed resumѐs on file for their use. My own resumѐ ran eight or nine pages in those archives.)

This project was a somewhat better fit; but, the timeline for accomplishment was far short of allowing adequate time for developing a good product. In order to fulfil the job, I loaned my SOCAL apartment to a coworker, and lived in a motel in Seattle for six weeks. I chose to ride the bus while in Seattle rather than using a company or rental car. It was during that stint that I was notified of a pickup truck's having rammed into my house in Albuquerque. Ah...good old days! [BTW: The above photo was stolen from Oddball Observations where it had been posted in 2013 with the comment, "Don't blame me.  This is a food truck in Houston.  The picture was sent to me by a (to be kept anonymous) friend.  Thanks, Frank."]

Hunky Husband took his car into Wichita for its annual servicing. Why is this big news? Because I did not go with him to navigate. Fortunately, there are only three changes of street in the 15-mile drive from our house to Lexus of Wichita, and HH was confident that he could get there and back. (He did!) We celebrate small victories. 😊 It helps that the car dealership is a straight shot north from one of the local golf courses, Hidden Lakes, at which HH used to play.

Early in the week I worked up the green tomatoes that I had picked before our first hard freeze. Green tomato relish is a good substitute for sweet pickle relish when one wishes a piquant touch on hot dogs or Tex-Mex chili. As one can see in the above photo, some of the tomatoes had started to turn color (and I added a bit of orange bell pepper). In all, I worked up about two gallons, only jarring four half pints and one quart. Without lid flats, their still being unavailable in our area, I decided to freeze the relish. Our downstairs freezer is pretty well stuffed with normal frozen foods and the Tex-Mex chili and baked beans that are awaiting pickup by Elder Brother. Refrigeration would be sufficient, with the sugar and vinegar included in the relish; but, the downstairs refrigerator is still packed with ripe tomatoes and sweet banana peppers that I put up in 2020 - at which time we were already lacking lid flats.

As one might guess, much of my time has been spent in keeping the new grass hydrated. The front lawn doesn't take much work. Three or four placements of the sprinkler suffices. In back, it takes more effort. At any rate, today will find me watering all the little trees in the back and between our driveway and Fred's fence. I've been negligent and we have several projected nights in the 20s (Fahrenheit) coming up.

More from News for Nerds - Auto emissions, Bit Coin cost, & USA Fossil fuel use

Volkswagen, BMW Fined $1 Billion For Colluding To Make Dirtier Cars (theverge.com)123

Posted by msmash on Thursday July 08, 2021 @02:02PM from the closer-look dept.

Volkswagen, Audi, Porsche, BMW, and Mercedes-Benz parent company Daimler spent years illegally colluding to slow the deployment of cleaner emissions technology, says the European Union, which is dishing out fines as a result. From a report: The EU's executive branch hit the Volkswagen Group (which owns Audi and Porsche) and BMW with a collective $1 billion fine on Thursday for their role in the scheme. Volkswagen Group must pay $595 million, while BMW will pay $442 million. Daimler, however, evaded a $861 million fine of its own because the automaker revealed the collusion to the regulators.

The scheme described by EU authorities is separate from the Volkswagen Group's massive Dieselgate scandal, in which the company installed software on its diesel vehicles that helped fool environmental regulators into believing they were compliant, when in reality, they were polluting far more than the legal limit. Dieselgate ultimately led to nearly $40 billion in fines, buybacks, and legal fees for the Volkswagen Group. Daimler also installed software on some of its diesel vehicles to cheat emissions tests and has paid billions of dollars in fines. BMW was careful to point out Thursday that, unlike the other companies it was caught colluding with, it had not cheated emissions testing.

 

Bitcoin Power Plant Is Turning a 12,000-Year-Old Glacial Lake Into a Hot Tub (arstechnica.com)69

Posted by BeauHD on Tuesday July 06, 2021 @11:30PM from the hot-tub-time-machine dept.

An anonymous reader quotes a report from Ars Technica: The fossil fuel power plant that a private equity firm revived to mine bitcoin is at it again. Not content to just pollute the atmosphere in pursuit of a volatile crypto asset with little real-world utility, this experiment in free marketeering is also dumping tens of millions of gallons of hot water into glacial Seneca Lake in upstate New York. "The lake is so warm you feel like you're in a hot tub," Abi Buddington, who lives near the Greenidge power plant, told NBC News. In the past, nearby residents weren't necessarily enamored with the idea of a pollution-spewing power plant warming their deep, cold water lake, but at least the electricity produced by the plant was powering their homes. Today, they're lucky if a small fraction does. Most of the time, the turbines are burning natural gas solely to mint profits for the private equity firm Atlas Holdings by mining bitcoin.

Atlas, the firm that bought Greenidge has been ramping up its bitcoin mining aspirations over the last year and a half, installing thousands of mining rigs that have produced over 1,100 bitcoin as of February 2021. The company has plans to install thousands more rigs, ultimately using 85 MW of the station's total 108 MW capacity. [...] The 12,000-year-old Seneca Lake is a sparkling specimen of the Finger Lakes region. It still boasts high water quality, clean enough to drink with just limited treatment. Its waters are home to a sizable lake trout population that's large enough to maintain the National Lake Trout Derby for 57 years running. The prized fish spawn in the rivers that feed the lake, and it's into one of those rivers -- the Keuka Lake Outlet, known to locals for its rainbow trout fishing -- that Greenidge dumps its heated water. Rainbow trout are highly sensitive to fluctuations in water temperature, with the fish happiest in the mid-50s. Because cold water holds more oxygen, as temps rise, fish become stressed. Above 70 F, rainbow trout stop growing and stressed individuals start dying. Experienced anglers don't bother fishing when water temps get to that point.

Greenidge has a permit to dump 135 million gallons of water per day into the Keuka Lake Outlet as hot as 108 F in the summer and 86 F in the winter. New York's Department of Environmental Conservation reports that over the last four years, the plant's daily maximum discharge temperatures have averaged 98 in summer and 70 in winter. That water eventually makes its way to Seneca Lake, where it can result in tropical surface temps and harmful algal blooms. Residents say lake temperatures are already up, though a full study won't be completed until 2023.

 

America Used Fewer Fossil Fuels In 2020 Than It Has In Three Decades (theverge.com)76

Posted by BeauHD on Tuesday July 06, 2021 @10:02PM from the pandemic-side-effects dept.

Americans gobbled up fewer fossil fuels in 2020 than they have in three decades, according to the U.S. Energy Information Administration (EIA). The Verge reports: Consumption of petroleum, natural gas, and coal dropped by 9 percent last year compared to 2019, the biggest annual decrease since the EIA started keeping track in 1949. The COVID-19 pandemic was responsible for much of the fall as people stayed home to curb the spread of the virus and used less gas. In April 2020, oil prices nosedived below zero because there was so little demand. The U.S. transportation sector alone used up 15 percent less energy in 2020 compared to the year before. Higher temperatures last winter also helped to cut energy demand for heating, according to the EIA. As a result, greenhouse gas emissions from burning fossil fuels plummeted to a near 40-year low.

That downward trend will have to continue in order to stave off the climate crisis. Upon rejoining the Paris climate agreement, President Joe Biden committed the U.S. to slash its planet-heating pollution in half this decade from near-peak levels it reached in 2005. That's part of a global effort to keep global warming from surpassing a point that life on Earth would struggle to adapt to, a global average temperature that's roughly 1.5 degrees Celsius above preindustrial levels. To hit that goal, there should be no further investments in new fossil fuel projects, according to a recent landmark report from the International Energy Agency. The oil and gas industries are already feeling the crunch from lawsuits and activist investors forcing them to move faster toward more sustainable forms of energy.

Refueling by drone

It's been 34 years since I was mustered out of the US Navy Reserve; but, Hunky Husband makes sure I keep somewhat in touch with what's happening with the Navy by asking frequent Navy-related questions - usually about ships or boats, expecting anyone with any affiliation to know all about them. Of course, I was a part of NAVAIR.

HH had a special interest in the article from which the following excerpts were taking. The drone involved is from Boeing - his home-away-from-home for 35 years.

Fueling the Future: MQ-25 first to conduct unmanned aerial tanking

07 June 2021

From NAVAIR Public Affairs

​​​​​​​NAVAL AIR SYSTEMS COMMAND, PATUXENT RIVER, Md. - The MQ-25™ program successfully conducted the first ever aerial refueling operations between a manned receiver aircraft and unmanned tanker June 4 from MidAmerica Airport in Mascoutah, Illinois.

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During the flight, the receiver Navy F/A-18 Super Hornet approached the Boeing-owned MQ-25 T1 test asset, conducted a formation evaluation, wake survey, drogue tracking and then plugged with the unmanned aircraft. T1 then successfully transferred fuel from its Aerial Refueling Store (ARS) to the F/A-18.

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The US Navy posted a 30-second video on Twitter.

 

The photo, below, and a 2:05 minute video are posted on the Boeing Media Room webpage.

 

Virgin Hyperloop

More than you ever cared to know about the Hyperloop: Although these videos are, seemingly, ads, I hasten to inform you that I am related to neither Elon Musk nor Richard Branson and have no financial stake in their projects.

 

 

 

11/16/2020 - My car and I are in sync

When I finally dragged myself out of bed, early this morning, I didn't know which to get help for first - my car or my body. It turned out that neither the dealership nor my primary care physician's office opened for business until 9am. (As that had not previously been the hours, I think it must be the COVID-19 hours.) At 8:59am, I dialed the dealership, explaining that when I tried to drive my car on Saturday (14th), it had been dead. As in a doornail. I did not mention my own diagnosis of my car's trouble - except to Hunky Husband. My diagnosis was a malfunction of the micro-computer that monitors the status of the trunk lid, turning off the trunk light after a few minutes when I leave it open. I normally leave the trunk open for 2-7 days every week or two, to let possible coronaviruses disassemble before I bring non-perishable groceries into the house.

It turned out that the dealership doesn't deal with tow services (which I should have remembered from having gone through this back in June), so I called Lincoln's Roadside Service number. They would send a guy with a jump-starter.

In the meantime, I called the physician's office and left a voicemail for Dr Alvarado's nurse - that I thought that I have an infection and I didn't really want to come to the office due to COVID-19 concerns. Since a fall time infection in one or another part of my body has become nearly routine for me for the past six years, I thought there was a chance that they would give me my usual prescription. Surely enough, an hour or so later, I picked up a voicemail telling me that my prescription was at my preferred drug store awaiting pickup. Nice!

At about that time, the car jump starting guy arrived and my car did start. "Let it idle for 20 minutes and you should be good to go." said he. Of course, he did not know the history of my car, so I didn't blame him; but, I did leave the car idling, grabbed HH to follow me in his car, and proceeded to the dealership . I turned off the car at the dealership (about 30 minutes after the car had been started). Bad move. Karen (one of the service writers) had to jump start the car to get it into the service garage. Tanner (the service writer who normally helps me) knew the history, but I did not entertain him with my diagnosis.

Tanner called about 30 minutes ago to tell me the good news and the bad news. The good news was that the problem was isolated to the RGTM module. ("NHTSA ID Number: 10140313. Manufacturer Communication Number: SSM 46998 Summary. Some [Lincoln cars] may exhibit a no crank condition due to a discharged battery from the Rear Gate Trunk Module (RGTM) keeping the vehicle network awake. This may occur after the vehicle has experienced other liftgate related concerns such as bounce back or latching issues.") Tanner said it was not a remove/replace issue - they could reprogram the module. Do it!

The bad news was that the battery would need to be replaced. But...even then...the news wasn't all bad. When the local, independent car shop had replaced the battery last June, I had been told that I could not have a 48-month battery. (I don't recall, but I think the battery they installed was only a 24-month one.) The dealership's battery is a 72-month battery and it will have a pro-rated warranty after that point. All good! I will pick up the car, tomorrow.