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The new movie, Who Killed The Electric Car?, hasn't yet made it to DVD. Dateline Australia, though, took some of the bits and did a story no US broadcaster, indebted as they are to car dealer ads, would dare broadcast.

Here's the story, in an enormous file (165 meg, I think). It's also in MP4 format, so you Windoze abusers may have trouble.

Still, it's worth the viewing.
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(All of you Metro bus riders should appreciate what some of us have had to recently endure. I thought I'd share, and welcome any techie corrections or suggestions. -P.)




In response to a request from my union, ATL 587, I have decided to contribute my two cents about the recently converted Breda trolleys and the problems operators have bringing them to smooth stops. As background, I was at one time active in the Seattle Electric Vehicle Association, and absorbed as a direct result of that participation a smattering of understanding how electric propulsion systems operate. Based on that, I can say that the Breda dynamic braking system cannot be relied upon to smoothly bring coaches to a stop on Seattle city streets.

I had my initial experience with Bredas straight out of part-time training four years ago, running morning Sound Transit 550 routes for two and a half shakeups. I got used to the beasts eventually, but did notice some quirks, such as the fact that I only had problems in consistently bringing coaches to a smooth, feathered stop in electric mode when southbound servicing the University Street Tunnel zone.

Why? That zone was the only one with a slight downhill grade. To understand why that was a problem, one needs to understand the Breda's dynamic braking system, especially as it compares to the system equipped on the older 4000 series trolleys.

First, some electric basics. All electric drives consist of a power source (in our case the overhead wires), a motor and a controller. A controller acts to limit the power from the lines to the motor, similar to the way a carburetor or fuel injector limits the fuel to an internal combustion engine.

The 4000s use direct current (dc) traction motors, a technology that has been around for over a hundred years. To slow such a coach dynamically, the controller feeds a current to the motor in reverse, inducing drag on the motor. This system can deliver very smooth dynamic torque all the way to a stop.

By contrast, the Bredas use alternating current (ac) motors. The control systems for an ac drive are technically more complex and were thus not practical until powerful and inexpensive microprocessors became available. The dynamic braking system on Bredas, however, is a bit simpler. Instead of drawing current from the wire to induce the motor to slow, the Breda controller turns the spinning motor into a generator and directs (or "shunts") the power it generates from its forward momentum into a load bank. Look on the top of a Breda; just forward of the pole mount you will see three resistors, what look like coiled springs with air gaps between the coils. These resisters turn the electricity from the motor into heat exactly the same way an electric baseboard heater or electric range, for example, might turn your household electricity into heat.

The problem with this particular dynamic braking system lies in how it is executed in the Breda.

Rather than electronically regulate exact amounts of electricity shunted to the load bank resistors, the brakes of the Bredas actuate three simple switches. Lightly depress the service brake and one resistor connects to the motor's output; more pressure actuates two, and still more connects all three. This gives very rudimentary control over slowing.

As I mentioned above, the only problems I had with the system involved attempting to stop smoothly while servicing the only downhill grade in the tunnel. To explain why will take a bit of effort, so please bear with me.

Let's say you are traveling in the tube between Westlake and University, and need to slow your approach for the zone. Furthermore, let's say the motor spin at 30mph, the old speed limit in that tunnel section, has the potential to generate up to 80,000 watts if all of it were captured at once (all the numbers are speculative -- I made them up -- but the principle is the same), and that each of the load resistors can generate 1,000 watts of heat max. You gently depress the brake, actuating a resistor and diverting 1,000 watts of your spinning motor's energy to the load bank, and feel a gentle slowing, almost too little to notice. A bit more pressure on the pedal and 2,000 watts goes to heat the tunnel; more pressure increases that to 3,000 watts. Perhaps with help from the brake shoes and drums, the coach slows.

This is where things get tricky.

As the coach and the motor slow, the maximum potential of the motor is reduced; but the load resistors always try to draw the same amount. Therefore, as the coach gets to 20 mph, the potential motor power would only be, say 40,000 watts; at 10 mph, 10,000 watts. A 3,000 watt load on a 80,000 watt (30 mph) motor represents a bit over 4% drag; the same load at 40,000 watts (20 mph) equals about 7.5%; when we get down to 10 mph and 10,000 watts the drag is up to 30% of the motor's output! And as the percentage of motor output being drawn by the resistors increases, the greater slowing torque the dynamic braking exerts on the coach.

Of course, we operators have been trained to "feather the brakes," to reduce service brake pedal pressure as the coach slows to a stop, and then to firmly engage the pressure once that stop has been realized. So I would lighten my touch, disengaging third and then the second resistor, and reducing the drag of the load bank.

Even with only one resistor engaged, though, the coach will eventually slow enough that 100% of the motor's output would be diverted to the load bank, resulting in very a sudden stop (and perhaps potential damage to either the motor or controller).

That's why the controller disengages the dynamic braking at between 3-4 mph.

Disengages.

Meaning that if you are rolling downhill, the dynamic drag that kept the coach from accelerating suddenly disappears, resulting in a sudden acceleration . . . that necessitates an equally sudden reaction from the operator, a panicked jamming of the service brake, feathering be damned.

For any driver accustomed to feathering brakes in equipment other than the Bredas, this is an operational contradiction. Any attempt to feather Breda brakes will result in a choppy stop.

Oh, and one more thing. As the slope becomes steeper, this unpredictable downhill acceleration at 3-4 mph dramatically increases, leading to stopping that gets even choppier and even sloppier. I remember considering southbound University Street the trickiest stop to make in my route. I cannot even imagine trying to make a smooth stop coming down the Counterbalance.

Make no mistake: This is a design problem. It can, like any design problem, be corrected. For starters, that three-stage actuation system should be scrapped. Instead, a dynamic braking controller could be inserted between the motor and the load bank that would reduce the current to the resistors as the coach slows. This would have to be custom designed and manufactured; but it would solve the problem.




However management chooses to deal with this design flaw, I would stress that more than just smooth stops of trolley routes is at stake. This is a serious safety issue, to be sure.

It is also a serious training situation for all operators who must drive these coaches. To understand how serious we should better understand the story of Pavlov's dogs.

Most everyone has heard of the famous experiments Ivan Pavlov conducted at the turn of the century, experiments and conclusions that earned him the Nobel Prize in 1904. To refresh your memories, Pavlov and his assistants attached dogs to salivary measuring equipment which measured how much each dog drools at any given time. A few minutes before dinner someone would sound a buzzer in the dog's ear. They were this way able to "condition," or train the dogs to get ready for dinner by drooling.

That's the part of the experiment about which most have heard. What of the rest of the testing?

After the dogs were conditioned the experimenters then "deconditioned" them. The buzzers would be sounded, but not at dinnertime. The dogs caught on quickly and stopped drooling after the buzzers. After deconditioning, they would then "recondition" them again, feeding consistently right after buzzing. Reconditioning, like retraining, didn't take nearly as long as the initial conditioning.

What they did later I find personally disturbing and enlightening.

Some dogs, those that had never been given drool training, were subjected to random buzzing. The person buzzing the dogs and the person feeding the dogs never spoke. Buzzing was just some weird distraction to these dogs, one best ignored.

When well conditioned dogs were subjected to random buzzing, however, the result was quite different.

Those dogs went completely insane.

Specifically, dogs trained for months to associate the feeding buzzer with the food bowl reacted to the random buzzings and feedings by developing a schizophrenic state known in psychology as "waxy catatonia." The dogs refused to move. If you wanted to, you could move a leg or a paw, hold it for a bit, and the dog would keep it there until it got too tired. These dogs stopped eating altogether and had to eventually be euthanized.

It's like they just gave up.




The dynamic braking system of the coaches now known to drivers as the FrankenBredas has the potential to do to drivers what random conditioning did to Pavlov's trained dogs. Every day, Atlantic operators sign in not knowing whether the dynamic brakes of their coach will operate until the coach stops or not, whether the torque of braking will increase linearly, or rise sharply and then end altogether in yet another brief uncontrolled downhill descent.

Yes, we are humans, not captive dogs, and can theoretically handle more stress than our canine cousins; but these trolley routes are already the most used in Metro's system, accounting for (if I remember correctly) 35% of the ridership systemwide. Every additional stop, every additional rider -- not to mention the very real antagonism some riders on these routes seem to exhibit to All Things Metro -- all adds up to stresses which threaten to undermine we Humans Behind the Wheel without considering if today's brakes will function properly or not.

Management has an obligation to standardize its fleet if it ever expects to develop drivers with standard habits and skills that reflect well on all of us here at Metro.
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. . . Riding about Seattle, about an hour ago.


I saw similar machines in the Wim Wenders movie Until The End Of The World. I guess they are originally BMW creations, but the cycle site doesn't give much info.

Someone said they can get 90 mpg.




Update, 50 minutes later

After posting the picture and the above comments, I read into the website a bit further and found the cell phone number of the guy (Dan Whitfield) riding it around the country. I called. He was just around the corner at Ride West BMW.

So we went.

I loves me the interweb!

Turns out, the Ecomobile was the bike featured in that movie (1997). It was an earlier version.

The newer version uses a 1200cc K type engine by BMW, which is why the local Beemer rep is travelling about and thinking about sponsoring.

No, they do not get 90 mpg, which is a big disappointment. Only about 52. Then again, the BMW rep (Steve) says that Dan likes to drive, er, "and have fun." That might have a bit to do with the lack of economy.

In the Wenders movie, the cops getting out of the earlier Ecomobiles wore helmets. That was a big sticking point for the feds here in the states. Because is was a motorcycle, the feds required helmets. I'm sure most people like me wondered what the point would be, in an enclosed space with a helmet and not turning laps at the racetrack.

The new bike, in the picture, has a composite chrome-ally (sp?) frames encased in Kevlar. As long as riders use the three-point restraints, no helmets are required. In fact (not sure if I should be sharing, but what the hell) some rider in Chicago drove one of these through the wall of a building and went to work the next day with nothing worse than a headache. Try that with a regular bike!

If you're here in the NW, there will be a spot on tonight's Q-13 "News" (it's a Fox station, grrrr).
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Have you ever wondered whom the auto companies actually serve?

I ask this because it increasingly seems that the actual car buyers get precious little opportunity to make their concerns heard.

Before you get going on an angry rebuttal about how different consumers are as a "populous," let me give a bit of background information. My grandmother had two sisters who owned identical cars. They were two-toned Oldsmobiles from the 50s, teal-green with white accents. Both women owned these cars, I believe, until the day they died.

Since one did not often see identical cars owned by sisters -- especially by sisters so generous with enormous chocolate bars every time you saw them -- I asked where they got them. Back in the fifties, they and their husbands (both men died many years before) took a grand trip by train from Port Angeles, Washington, almost as far west as one could travel in the contiguous United States, to Motor City, to Detroit, where they ordered and received their respective identical cars. Then, it was another grand trip home, this time by road.

Since hearing this story (or mishearing it; it's so hard to tell), I too wanted to get my car as they had. That would give me the opportunity Tanta Frieda and Tanta Carrie had, to see your own car built, and to be the very first to road trip it home. Neat concept, huh?

Except you can't exactly do that anymore. At least not in the US.

And the cars show that to be true. Very true, indeed. )
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Meet the Twike.

The Twike is a cute little two passenger vehicle made in Switzerland, available as either a pure electric or a human-electric hybrid drive. Everyone who has ever seen a Twike in person develops an opinion of them, be it positive or not. Very few see the Twike and walk away without an opinion.

Many of those with positive opinions see the Twike's efficiency as paramount to its value. It only needs an average of 4-5 kilowatt-hours to move the Twike and two passengers 100 kilometers. I know, I know, most of you out there in Peristaltor Land measure vehicle efficiency in miles per gallon, and are completely unused to converting miles, let alone kilometers, to a function of electric power. Trust me, the Twike's power requirements are surprisingly light.

I worked with the Twike and other small electrics during my stint at Electric Vehicles Northwest, a small shop here in Seattle that specializes in developing a market for and promoting use of small, commercially available electric vehicles.

I haven't thought much of the Twike since EVsNW sold its only Twike to a buyer in Conneticuit years ago. Recently, though, on one of the LJ communities to which I belong, pictures of the little three-wheeler surfaced again. Though my company's efforts at becoming the sole US distributor of the Twike fizzled out, others are still trying, and, it seems, running head-long into the same barrier that we in Seattle met:



I don't mean to sound like a downer, but it'll never work.

Sadly, every state in the Union defines what an acceptable and roadworthy "motor vehicle" is -- and by omission what is not. For example, in Washington State, a "car" has four or more wheels, and a "motorcycle" has two or three wheels. Thus, the Twike fits nicely under the description of "motorcycle" in this state.

That is not the case in other states.

For example, in Vermont, motorcycles must not have three wheels. Bring a three-wheeler into Vermont, and it cannot be licensed. I don't know why, but that is the case. Vermont laws, I believe, distinguish a motorcycle as having two wheels, or an added sidecar; a true three-wheeler built from the ground, therefore, does not qualify as a Vermont motorcycle. Four wheels = car, two wheels = motorcycle; three wheels = nothing licenseable. It literally falls between the gaps of the law.

Likewise, in Texas, a "motorcycle" has a saddle, while a "car" has a seat. Since the Twike obviously has a seat -- two, in fact -- it is a "car;" but since it cannot meet the state's more stringent safety standards covering "cars" regarding crash-worthiness as set forth by the Federal government, it cannot be licensed in Texas.

I doubt very much that any of the states are trying to outlaw Twikes, though I confess I don't know for sure. What the states are trying to do with these defining laws is stipulate which vehicles the state finds road-worthy in order to prevent transit of vehicles that have proven unacceptable in the past. Much to the chagrin of those trying to bring the Twike to the US market, however, laws depend upon precedent, and cannot anticipate a vehicle that did not exist at the time the law was written.

You might be surprised at what some people try to drive. I remember a story during the gas crunch of the seventies when a tinkerer, thinking he could tap "unharnessed" energy, mounted a gigantic unshrouded propeller with three foot metal blades to his front bumper and powered it with an oversized fan belt connected to his engine. Imagine being a pedestrian as this guy revs at the light! With the law in place in California, the officer at the scene ordered that jerk to shut off his engine right-fucking-now, since by law cars could not be equipped with spinning blades of death.




States do more than just license motor vehicles. They also license marriages.

I'll be upfront in advance. Just as I feel electric vehicles should be more a part of our landscape here in the US, I feel the present hysteria against same-sex marriage to be overblown and without merit. Though veiled today beneath the accumulated detritus of religious "traditions," the legal institute of marriage started as and continues to be a way for two people to be recognized as a legal institution comprised of themselves. This institutional recognition was not designed primarily to glorify them as a couple in the sight of God, not to keep the brides safe from the potentially prying penii of suitors or guarantee the groom reprise from acting upon life's ever-present Titillation & Arousal.

Marriage as it pertains to the law simply clarifies by definition who rears any children the union produces or adopts, and who inherits the property in time of death without a will.

That's it.

In case you haven't noticed, folks, property and children are elements that can be found involved in the private lives of both homo- and heterosexuals.

You see, the ruckus stems not from the fact that homosexuals exist -- they always have. It is not because these homosexuals get together and form relationships. Again, they always have, and they always will.

No, the kerfuffle seems to focus upon the fact that many of these couples think it their right to be recognized as, well, couples. In the Bad Old Days, homosexuals pretended to be heterosexuals or simply "not interested in sex," and self-righteous or ignorant heterosexuals pretended homosexuals simply didn't exist. ("No, Johnny, you did not see Daddy kissing Santa Claus. . . .")




Well, those days are over. Like the Twike, homosexuality officially exists. Now we and the states in which we live have to codify the reality that remains. Or not.

I got on this meme-etic tear listening to a news report regarding the simple fact that someone married in one state is, according to the US Constitution, married in all the others. To avoid that little inconvenience, a few states are considering constitutional amendments restricting the marriage's definition to the bearers one penis and one vagina, while others are moving forward with ordinances, amendments and laws (oh, my!) leaving the specicifity of the bearer genitalia an open matter to be resolved by the couple. The fact is, like the plight of the Twike, some states defined "marriage" restrictively and others did not, leaving marriage not unlike a three-wheeler that can either be a bike with a sidecar or a Swiss efficiency machine.

Will the Twike sell in the States? Who knows. I suspect that depends upon the price of fuel in the future, just as the marriage debate may very well depend upon how many resembling genitals wish to carry their bearers across the altar instead of the state lines.
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I don't know why, but I've been encountering a growing number of folks who outright deny global climate change, or at least relagate the phenomenon to the Less Than Worth Anyone's Attention category, or who feel the costs in the next five minutes greatly outweigh the chance of savings in the next five years.

If you count yourself in any or all of the above, do yourself a favor. I've re-written up a little primer that should outline evidence in support of a coming Shitstorm of Negative Consequence. I did this not because I am a self-important blowhard who values my own opinions over those belonging to lesser, not-me beings -- well, not just because -- but because I recognized gaps in my own lifetime of information acquisition that made it until very recently difficult for me to understand what the global kerfuffle really meant. I've organized it into an FAQ list of points I've most commonly encountered, either on my own or from my very close friends and perfect strangers with whom I happened at the time to be speaking. Iffin yer interested, dig in. )


Edited March 25; February 10; August 1, 2006; August 27, 2006; April 1, 2007.
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I got a free electric lawn mower the other day! Well, it's older and needs a bit of work, but once that's settled, it should run just fine. Looking at the specific work it needed to run again, though,got me thinking. )
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Back in '99, the State was introduced to Initiative 695 and its sponsor, a young, photogenic moron named Tim Eyman. The initiative sought to rescind the very unpopular Automobile Excise Tax that Washington had imposed on car owners since the 1930s.

Though, as I mentioned, very unpopular, the tax paid for a variety of services that otherwise could not be funded, such as transit and non-vehicle trail improvements. Our state's constitution has a provision that specifies all money collected by gas tax must go directly to highways and road improvement. Thus, funding difficulties.

During the initiative debates, I found myself not only very alone, but not even on the opinion radar. There were those sick of the taxes, and those that feared what would happen to the services funded by the tax; and then there was me. All alone. )
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I am continually amazed at the stupidity of most people. Especially in the South.

(I thought I would open with a nice, inflamatory statement, something to set the tone of my mood. What better target than the South? They practically invite scorn, what with claiming they will "rise again" after having their demographic ass handed to them after the Civil War 150+ years ago. "Yey! Let's celebrate being losers! Let's fly the confederate flag, the very rallying symbol that instigated the war in the first place, and hide institutional racism behind the facade of 'culture'. Go, Big Losers!"

(With all those strikes against them -- and more -- my favorite whipping boy from the South has got to be Nascar. The very existance of this organized ignorance defines the tenacious nostalgia that refuses to recongnize defeat and embraces paralyzing stupitdity.)

Henry Ford once said that auto racing, more than any other driving activity, most advances automotive technology. Hell, push any activity to the edge of the performance envelope, put a competitive spirit behind the activity that constantly refines and improves, and you will see marked activity improvement. That's what humans do -- compete. And as they compete, as they search for any advantage available, they put their minds to how to win and find changes that, if successful at the end of the race, become the advances that benefit those outside the track.

So why bash Nascar, you ask? Because this band of inbred drunkards, founded on the nostalgia of illegal alcohol transport, has codified its racing activities to forbid innovation, favoring instead a reliance on automotive culture that hasn't existed since before the '70s oil crisis.

Ostensibly, this was to allow entry into racing. By outlawing the most expensive tech and favoring "stock" cars rather than purpose-built, anyone could cobble together a ride and a team to make it hum and race around and around. And I am sure that for decades this is exactly what happened.

It has congealed into a good ol' boys network of fabulously wealthy teams racing the most expensive stock cars imagineable, cars one can hardly call "stock", since the Nascar rules have fossilized the machines into museum pieces no longer worthy of sale -- or legal for on-road use.

Let's take the engine. A simple internal-combustion engine is pretty much bullet-proof, and designed to run very well within a narrow band of parameters, specifically revolutions per minute (RPM) and a more or less set torque resistance (the load on that engine at any given time). These two specifics are calculated into a measurement called Horsepower (a measurement basically worthless to anyone outside of marketing).

There are basically three running parameters one can change to affect horsepower: ignition timing, valve timing, and the mixing of air and combustible fuel. Nascar engines are based on the most common engines of the 1960s, with mechanical ignition timing (distributors), mechanical and fixed valve timing (based on camshafts driving valve lifters), and carburator mixing of fuel and air, with perhaps a touch of force applied with blowers driven by either engine revolutions (superchargers) or exhaust velocity (turbochargers).

(Come to think of it, I doubt neither super nor turbo chargers are allowed. I just don't know or care enough about the waste of time and fuel called a sport to check.)

Are these stock cars? Hardly. Actually, at one time, they probably were. But technology and innovation has a nasty habit of encroaching on the most carefully guarded prejudices. Take carburation vs. fuel injection.

Carburators are very easy to understand, even for mechanical idiots. The four stroke engine is a repeating series of strokes, starting with with a downward stroke toward the crankshaft: suck, squeeze, bang, blow.

Intake, or Suck: the first downward stroke of the piston draws a fuel/air mixture through the opened intake valve.

Compression, or Squeeze: all valves are closed before the piston rises, compressing the drawn mixture.

Combustion, or Bang: the spark plug ignites the mixture, forcing the piston downward as the explosion causes expansion.

Exhaust, or Blow: the exhaust valves open, allowing any remaining combustion and the remaining exhaust gasses to be forced to the tailpipe by the ascending piston.

Now, a good designer and mechanical team can wring performance from a good engine by exploring the possibilities. Does one have a long stroke with a long piston rod, or a short stroke? Does one time the exhaust to maximize the trapping of the combustion gasses, or shorten the combustion cycle to allow for higher rpms? When is it best to fire the spark plugs? Squeezing the maximum amount of power from the minimum amount of fuel is both science and art.

In the past, technologies that would give engine builders and the racers that use them the ability to change any one of the three "fixed" parameters of engine performance became the holy grail, the elusive goal. Pity for Nascar, that goal was found many times over. And every time the goal was reached, the innovation was banned, to keep costs down for entry level racing teams.

Pop quiz, people: What happens to the cost of any new technology, over time? Answer: the price falls. Thousand dollars, limited function electronic watches wind up years later as happy meal give-aways. A million dollars of processing power in 1960 won't even drive the wireless keyboard and mouse I use right now. That happened to cars as well. Right now, every banned technology Nascar prevents from racers can be found in the cheapest car on the market today. Just about every car in your local showroom has electronic ignition, fuel injection, and some sort of variable valve timing. That's why new cars get so much better mileage -- and smell so much better from the tailpipe.

In fact, the low cost feature of racing has all but disappeared. Sure, thirty years ago, you could drive in from the street and race; but a raft of cheaters getting caught breaking the sanctity of the sport forced the knuckle draggers to impose "official" equipment requirements. Wanna race? First, you gotta buy our engine block, our ignition box, a four-holed plate to insert between the carburator and the intake manifold (to restrict air flow to the engine). And that's only a list of requirements of which I am aware. The cost: pretty damned high, especially compared to showroom cars that can do better with cheap, banned equipment.

What happens in other racing leagues? Innovations are banned only when they threaten the safety of the sport, when they drives speeds to the upper edges of human endurance or ability to react. That makes sense. You don't want cars moving so fast that they will kill with the slightest loss of control.

But you must, as Henry Ford observed, use the creative force of competition to bring technical innovation to more the entire sport -- inside and outside the engine block -- not just to new and better seat belts and more chassis paneling on which one might fly more ads from more companies that tap into the vast nationalistic reservoir of redneck hatred of change.

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