Tag: power

  • Raw Power

    Raw Power

    As we head into the 4th of July weekend, let me share a celebration of a uniquely American pastime, drag racing. What could be more ‘merican than putting the biggest engine you can think of on top of the lightest, spindly chassis that can hold this bundle of power just long enough to make it down the track? No need for finesse, no need for handling, just keep ‘er straight and don’t fly off the track.

    Drag racing embodies the spirit of American automotive culture, where raw power and speed reign supreme. It’s the ultimate embodiment of American engineering prowess and a testament to the unrelenting pursuit of speed. The thunderous roar of the engines, the smell of burning rubber, and the adrenaline pumping through your veins – these are the sensations that define the drag racing experience. It’s an exhilarating display of sheer horsepower and a reminder of the boundless possibilities that await those brave enough to push the limits.

    And for something even faster, there’s Top Fuel drag racing. The track is shorter, the speeds are faster, and the engines louder.

    The engine of a Top Fuel dragster generates around 150 dB of sound at full throttle, enough to cause physical pain or even permanent damage. Before a run, race announcers usually advise spectators to cover or plug their ears. Ear plugs and even earmuffs are often handed out to fans at the entrance of a Top Fuel event.

    Top Fuel, Wikipedia

    Here’s some impressive data points from a Facebook post making the rounds.

    This is what 11,000 horsepower does to a top fuel dragster tire at launch!
    This is what 11,000 horsepower does to a top fuel dragster tire at launch!
    • One Top Fuel dragster 500 cubic-inch Hemi engine makes more horsepower (11,000 HP) than the first 5 rows at the Daytona 500.
    • Under full throttle, a dragster engine consumes 1.2-1.5 gallons of nitromethane per second; a fully loaded 747 consumes jet fuel at the same rate with 25% less energy being produced.
    • With 3000 CFM of air being rammed in by the supercharger on overdrive, the fuel mixture is compressed into a near-solid form before ignition. Cylinders run on the verge of hydraulic lock at full throttle.
    • At the stoichiometric 1.7:1 air/fuel mixture for nitromethane the flame front temperature measures 7050 degrees F.
    • Nitromethane burns yellow. The spectacular white flame seen above the stacks at night is raw burning hydrogen, dissociated from atmospheric water vapor by the searing exhaust gasses.
    • Dual magnetos supply 44 amps to each spark plug. This is the output of an arc welder in each cylinder.
    • If spark momentarily fails early in the run, unburned nitro builds up in the affected cylinders and then explodes with sufficient force to blow cylinder heads off the block in pieces or split the block in half.
    • Dragsters reach over 300 MPH before you have completed reading this sentence.
    • In order to exceed 300 MPH in 4.5 seconds, dragsters must accelerate an average of over 4 G’s.
    • In order to reach 200 MPH well before half-track, the launch acceleration approaches 8 G’s.0 to 100 MPH in .8 seconds (the first 60 feet of the run)
    • 0 to 200 MPH in 2.2 seconds (the first 350 feet of the run)
    • 6 g-forces at the starting line (nothing accelerates faster on land)
    • 6 negative g-forces upon deployment of twin chutes at 300 MPH An NHRA Top Fuel
    • Dragster accelerates quicker than any other land vehicle on earth . . quicker than a jet fighter plane . . . quicker than the space shuttle.
    • THE BOTTOM LINE: Assuming all the equipment is paid off, the crew worked for free, & for once, NOTHING BLOWS UP, each run costs an estimated $1,000 per second.

    Happy Fourth of July.

  • That’s Power

    That’s Power

    I was talking to someone about silly use of power and remembered this Reddit post from a couple of years ago. The prompt was, What is the laziest thing you’ve ever done?

    I was once on a US military ship, having breakfast in the wardroom (officers lounge) when the Operations Officer (OPS) walks in. This guy was the definition of NOT a morning person; he’s still half asleep, bleary eyed… basically a zombie with a bagel. He sits down across from me to eat his bagel and is just barely conscious. My back is to the outboard side of the ship, and the morning sun is blazing in one of the portholes putting a big bright-ass circle of light right on his barely conscious face. He’s squinting and chewing and basically just remembering how to be alive for today. It’s painful to watch.

    But then zombie-OPS stops chewing, slowly picks up the phone, and dials the bridge. In his well-known I’m-still-totally-asleep voice, he says “heeeey. It’s OPS. Could you… shift our barpat… yeah, one six five. Thanks.” And puts the phone down. And then he just sits there. Squinting. Waiting.

    And then, ever so slowly, I realize that that big blazing spot of sun has begun to slide off the zombie’s face and onto the wall behind him. After a moment it clears his face and he blinks slowly a few times and the brilliant beauty of what I’ve just witnessed begins to overwhelm me. By ordering the bridge to adjust the ship’s back-and-forth patrol by about 15 degrees, he’s changed our course just enough to reposition the sun off of his face. He’s literally just redirected thousands of tons of steel and hundreds of people so that he could get the sun out of his eyes while he eats his bagel. I am in awe.

    He slowly picks up his bagel and for a moment I’m terrified at the thought that his own genius may escape him, that he may never appreciate the epic brilliance of his laziness (since he’s not going to wake up for another hour). But between his next bites he pauses, looks at me, and gives me the faintest, sly grin, before returning to gnaw slowly on his zombie bagel.

    – posted on Reddit