"I reached into my bag of talent, and found it to be empty..."

I'm not crazy about motorsport. I like it more than any other sport, but for me, that's faint praise.

Part of my affection is devoted to the peculiar jargon of the motorsport commentator.

I don't mean just the really good commentators, here. I'll take a Walkerism or Brundlequote if I can get one, but even the God-awful everyday commentators here in Australia (who have a particular affection for the word "carnage", possibly because they think the first three letters mean it's particularly applicable to automobiles) have a collection of diverting stock phrases.

It is, for instance, important not only to "keep it on the black stuff", but also to "keep the shiny side up", and by extension the "rubber side down".

One must attempt to not "spear off into the bushes".

A brake failure, patch of oil or excursion onto wet grass is likely to cause one to "proceed directly to the scene of the accident".

(That's a bit too highbrow for the Aussie commentators, as is the delightful Rolls-Royce euphemism for a breakdown, "failure to proceed". I've also previously mentioned "understeering directly to the scene of the accident" in my Prius post.)

A transmission failure can give you "a box full of neutrals".

"Talent" is generally regarded as a fungible commodity; expressions involving the transfer, location, misplacement or storage (typically in a "bag") of varible quantities of talent may be employed by a driver or rider to explain virtually any occurrence on the track.

If you rip all four wheels off an open-wheeled racing car, you have "turned it into a canoe".

There's also the verb "to alligate", which arises from the description of a line of nose-to-tail racing cars as "an alligator". It naturally follows that what they are doing is alligating, just as oysters oyst, tigers tige and lemurs leme.

I invite your own contributions.

Fuel scam of the day

I am indebted to a Victorian reader for this extraordinary piece of news from the May '07 issue of the Royal Automobile Club of Victoria, here in Australia.

Nonsense from the RACV magazine.

It contains so many little tidbits of complete off-the-wall wrongness that I can only surmise it's been deliberately written that way to amuse people who have some vague comprehension of scientific reality.

From the top:

The claims made are pretty standard for scam fuel saving products. 10 to 20 per cent less fuel consumption, 10 to 30 per cent more power, half the "pollution".

This is all meant to be achieved by using electrolytic hydrogen and oxygen to improve combustion. Which is pretty impressive when you realise that only one to two per cent of the input fuel is not already combusted by a decently tuned modern engine.

The pollution reduction claims are pretty hilarious, too. The only way to reduce carbon monoxide and dioxide output at the tailpipe, for a given amount of fuel going into the engine, is to do something else with those carbon and oxygen molecules. Apparently this device just makes them... go away.

Helium as a combustion product is impossible, unless there's hydrogen fusion going on in the combustion chamber. Helium is present in crude oil and natural gas, and passes through unchanged into the exhaust of anything that burns those substances, but I don't think any detectable amount of helium ends up in gasoline after the refining process.

Patents don't mean a device works. The Patent Office of most countries will let you patent anything that isn't obviously a perpetual motion machine, and some don't even draw that line. They protect your invention; they don't verify its usefulness.

And now comes the real punchline - the sudden change of track onto ozone depletion, which has nothing whatsoever to do with vehicle pollution. Ozone depletion is caused by chlorine and bromine compounds, and there's no chlorine or bromine in vehicle fuel, so no such compounds come out of the tailpipe.

And, finally, the ozone layer over China is much the same as the ozone layer over Australia, these days. Since the two countries are also at broadly similar latitudes, sunburn risks are also roughly the same.

I can only surmise that either Tony Fawcett (the alleged author of this piece) and his editors are all blithering idiots who're completely unqualified to write for any kind of motoring magazine, or this story was accidentally held over from the April issue.

Relive your car stereo installation nightmares

I believe the winner of Jalopnik's Worst Car Hack competition has to be the fuel pump finger tapper.

There are, however, a number of other worthy entries.

The crap I have to deal with

I just received the following:

Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2007 11:32:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rick Head
Subject: Big Money for your Endorsement
To: dan@dansdata.com

I want my site for my electric supercharger reviewed on your site, specifically for the "volt and amps reveiwed" section of http://www.dansdata.com/danletters105.htm
* If you can put a two line statement that approves of my product and has my link, I would be happy to throw $500 dollars your way. Let me know if this is a possibility, my site is http://www.electricchargers.com and my e-mail is stventures55@yahoo.com

I wonder if his name's actually Richard Head. The domain's registered to a "Jesse Bushong".

Never mind - Dick Head is a great name for him. There's your link, Dick! For free! Enjoy!

As I explain on the page where Dick for some reason wants an ad (but which he clearly didn't read - he didn't even get the title of the letter right), devices like his are a big old waste of money.

They may - may - add a few per cent to your car's power, over at least some of the rev range (less and less as the engine turns faster and faster). But the very fact that you can just bolt these things on and drive away without messing with your engine management system indicates that nothing much is happening. If you add any real forced induction system to a modern car, it'll freak out the engine electronics.

Dick is, to be fair, only charging $US99.95 plus shipping for his fan, versus the $US300 or so that you can easily pay for what appears to be much the same thing from bolder dealers. But hey, who knows; it's not as if Dick even provides any specifications for the device in question. There could be a computer fan in there for all I know.

It doesn't really matter either way. Pretty much anything that runs directly from 12 volts isn't going to be powerful enough to noticeably boost any current automotive engine. You just can't suck enough amps out of a normal car's electrical system - for a proper electric supercharger you need 24V or higher power (to keep the current down), from separate batteries.

(The scam-warning page I link to above, by the way, is from these people, whose $10 electro-charger plans sound quite plausible. You can tell, because there's work involved.)

Oh, and Dick also offers you the amazing chance to "receive another 20HP" by buying a new ECU chip to go with your similarly useless electric blower! What a deal!

And so, here's my endorsement:

Shoreline Technologies' electric supercharger is not "the only quality Supercharger on the net". It is one among many, and all of the simple bolt-on versions are pretty much a scam.

Shoreline seem to know this, and so seek to promote their products not by proving that they actually work, but by bribing people to endorse them.

(Oh, and by using forum spam. Classy!)

Shoreline's attempt to pay me off suggests to me that they are either unable to read, or simply under the impression that everybody is as dishonest as they are.

Do not buy their products.

(I am, of course, still perfectly happy to receive donations from Dick, or anyone else. I encourage anybody who's impressed by my honesty to shower me with riches forthwith.)

The 7/8-scale Chevrolet, and other stories

On cheating in motorsport.

Water-filled tyres, five-gallon fuel lines, wafer-thin body panels, nitromethane boiling out of the engine oil and into the air intake, cars that can run just fine when their engine isn't meant to be able to get any air at all, and apparently pretty much everything Smokey Yunick ever did.

If you're not doing something that makes them change the rules next year, you'd better be doing something that at least forces them to clarify them. Angrily.

Mazda mania!

Car salesman sells new car to woman with bipolar disorder who only came in to have the oil changed in the other, six-month-old, car she bought from them. But she was in a manic state, and easily persuaded to buy a whole new car she totally didn't need.

Hilarity, and a lawsuit, ensue.

There's some pretty good discussion board fodder for the Capitalistas and the Weenies right there, eh?

(And let's not forget the burgeoning population of people who decide they must be mentally ill because that'll make them cool and important. They're usually well represented in Internet discussions concerning any of the diseases they wish they had.)

I was going to post this as a comment on the Jalopnik page, but it grew into something post-worthy by itself, at least according to the low standards of the Department of Unwelcome Education.

I am, in brief, on the side of the unfortunate purchaser. But not for the simple weenie-ish reasons you might think.

Very, and uncharacteristically, unwise financial decisions are almost diagnostic of a manic state.

A person suffering from full mania is quite likely to feel like the king of the world. Able to take on any project, tackle any problem, speak wisely on any subject. And, of course, pay back any debt. So "suffering" is often not really the appropriate word - you're high as a kite, and it doesn't cost you a penny or involve any illegal drugs.

Until you start buying new cars, having unprotected sex with strangers, buying illegal drugs, et cetera.

(Traditional mania-driven car purchases lean more towards the red-convertible end of the market than the seven-seat Mazda SUV in this story, but I suppose there's no accounting for taste.)

If you can avoid the believing-you-can-fly kinds of behaviours, and the more obnoxious stuff that's likely to lead to people locking you up somewhere, full-blown mania is arguably the best drug in the world. It's a shame that, in bipolar disorder, mania is usually followed by full-blown clinical depression. But what can I say. God's a bastard.

OK, sure, say the Capitalistas. Crazy lady bought car for crazy reason. But lady's craziness is not the car dealer's fault.

And, indeed, car salesmen are not expected to be able to tell whether the bright and bubbly individual who just decided to buy a car on the spur of the moment is entirely in their right mind or not. Let's face it, buying a new car is seldom a very sane act in the first place.

Salesmen also shouldn't - and, generally, don't - sell cars to people who're obviously in a severely mentally compromised state.

(The mildly compromised are still welcome, and may be the mainstay of the pickup-truck market.)

But there's seldom any way for an average Joe to tell the difference between someone who's in a manic state and someone who really is just a very (I might go so far as to say insufferably) positive person, who is well able to afford what they're buying.

The sparse Associated Press version of this story doesn't give many facts to go on. There's a bigger version in the Detroit News, here. Assuming it's correct, after the buyer sobered up (as it were), her husband took back the car and the dealer agreed to rip up the contract, on receipt of a doctor's letter confirming the buyer's condition.

Said letter was then delivered. And then the dealer changed its mind, and "redelivered" the car.

If this is accurate, then the dealer is pretty clearly in the wrong, although they were not necessarily in the wrong - legally or ethically - for selling the car in the first place.

Now let's see how long it takes for this case to end up in one of those "Stella Awards" lists.

News flash - Gasoline pills still a scam!

I failed to notice that the Sydney Morning Herald summed up its previous Firepower coverage in this feature last Saturday.

There's some new info, too. Useless engine cleaning machines. Naming of the only identifiable active ingredient of the magic pills. The amazing revelation that the proudly trumpeted proof of Firepower's claims from General Motors, Volvo, Russian mining operations and so on does not actually exist.

Oh, and the fact that the principals allege themselves to be Jehovah's Witnesses, and have a glancing association with the extremely delectable Exclusive Brethren, on whose Australian activities the Herald has also been reporting on for some time now.

[This story turned into a whole big thing, which I've given its own category on the blog.]

Firepower mini-update

As it turns out, the strange and suspiciously connected investment opportunity that is Firepower is, I'm happy to say, completely above board, and all of their products work perfectly.

Naaah - only kidding!

Actually, Firepower's magic fuel pills now seem likely to be the same thing that got another Western Australian company busted and (not very heavily) fined in 2003. And the guy in charge of Firepower was himself exposed as selling a worthless fuel pill in New Zealand back in 1992.

That last one must sting a bit, mustn't it?