Monday, February 28, 2011

Blake's Takes: NASCAR's Fuel Injection? Well, It's a Start


To me, the most exciting announcement to come out of Speed Weeks was in a bulletin released by NASCAR the Thursday before qualifying.

Or was it? We'll get to that later.

The news was that NASCAR, in a major break from the stock cars of 1948, finally decided to adopt fuel injection for its racing engines, replacing the venerable (and largely obsolete) carburetors, the primary device for mixing air and fuel on internal combustion engines since the dawn of time.

Problem is, all cars manufactured for street use in the United States (and just about everywhere else) began widespread of fuel injection in the late 1970s and early 1980s. The last factory-for-sale car to use a carburetor was a single model of the Subaru in 1991.

NASCAR's insistence on carburetor use was therefore mystifying, and evidence of the widening chasm between NASCAR and "stock" cars. Every other major form of motorsport uses some type of computerized mix-and-inject.

In fact, only one company makes the kind of carburetors used in NASCAR racing. The carbs therefore are pricey and require extensive machining in the team shops to make them work in specific applications.

NASCAR engine men and owners, and Detroit designers and execs, had worried NASCAR for 20 or 30 years to make such a change. NASCAR's explanation, directly from then garage chief Gary Nelson, was that anything electronic could be cheated ? NASCAR's tacit way of saying its people weren't smart enough to handle it.

The hard parts of a fuel injection system are, really, simpler than a carburetor. It consists of a fuel rail from the pump, with branches to an injector at each cylinder.

(On the other side, no one really knows how a carburetor works. Maybe I'm serious, maybe I'm not. It's a collection of tiny holes, floats, plates, cams, levers and rods, blessed by an archbishop and consecrated to its purpose.)

Let's step back a minute for a primer. What burns in the engine's combustion chambers is a mixture of air and fuel. Gasoline needs oxygen in order to burn. So in order to create an explosion in the cylinders, it's necessary to mix fuel and air.

(One very smart engine man once described an engine to me as an "air pump", and that's really all you need to know.)

From 1900 to 1980, the best available way to mix air and fuel was through a carburetor, which brought the air and fuel together in what amounted to a mixing valve, combining the two at a ratio of about 15:1.

The real black magic of a carburetor was in the ways it managed four or five separate circuits ? an idle circuit, a high-load circuit, a cold circuit, and so on. In a fuel-injection system, all these functions are simplified and controlled by the engine control unit (ECU), the so-called "computer" in the modern engine.

The throttle is a plate which opens and closes depending on how far you press the gas pedal. In a carburetor, the throttle is downwind from where the fuel is mixed, and thus admits the mixture to the intake manifold.

In fuel injection, the throttle (gas pedal) controls the amount of air admitted to the system; the mixing is done later, just as the air enters the cylinder at each cylinder's intake valve. The ECU, via sensors, measures air volume and velocity, then signals the injector at each cylinder to admit the precise amount of fuel needed for the correct burn ratio.

The intake manifold, therefore, conducts only air ? not the final mixture.

The problem with a carbureted system is that once the mixture is throttled into the manifold, it's pretty much on its own. It is conducted by the manifold runners, one per cylinder, to the intake side of the combustion chambers. Some cylinders get more, some get less ? hence all the thought and expense in manifold design.

With fuel injection, the mixing, controlled by the ECU, is all done at the intake valve, ensuring that each cylinder gets an identical charge at each firing of its spark plug.

You got all that? OK then, let's move on.

Gary Nelson's fear, reflecting NASCAR's, was that teams would find ways to code the ECUs in ways that would evade NASCAR's detection; in other words, they'd cheat. But read carefully the wording of NASCAR's bulletin, and you'll see that what was announced was not fuel injection, but a way to control its use.

"The National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing (NASCAR) announced today a historic technology partnership with Freescale Semiconductor and McLaren Electronic Systems to develop and integrate fuel injection systems into the NASCAR Sprint Cup Series, targeted for the 2012 season" the release revealed.

U.K.-based McLaren, of course, has been developing, building and presenting engines, systems and parts for top-tech racing engines for 50 years. McLaren will provide the hard parts for the NASCAR's proposed injection system.

Texas-based Freescale, an offshoot of Motorola in 2003, is the largest maker of ECU-type systems in the world; it also supplies systems for the likes of anti-lock brakes, air bags, and so on.

These two companies, in partnership with NASCAR and its teams, will develop and supply all fuel-injection components for the race teams.

Supposedly, the fail-safes are built in. The ECUs will work only with NASCAR-specific code in sealed units. Without the code, the engine will not start.

Hence, Gary Nelson's great fear will be handed off to people who really know how these things work.

So there. That's it in a small gray box. But is this the great leap forward many had hoped for?

Actually, it's about half a leap forward ? just enough to allow NASCAR room to wiggle if, for whatever reasons, the program doesn't work out.

Recall that Detroit, like NASCAR, had to be dragged screaming into the injection age, largely due to government restrictions on economy, emissions, and unleaded fuel. Fuel injection greatly increases fuel economy and carefully controls emissions to make them palatable to catalytic converters.

Detroit, however, had inventory and retooling matters to consider ? part of what normally cost the Big Three an average of three years from concept to showroom.

As a timid first step, Detroit's makers injected the fuel on the plenum side of the manifold ? sort of a glorified, computer-controlled carburetor.

This is what is called "port" injection. The injection system used on showroom cars, with the fuel injected at the intake valve, is called "direct" injection.

And what NASCAR has decided to do ? at least for now ? is port injection.

"This is not direct injection that we know today on production cars, but more of a port-injection style in the intake manifold runner, just down from the plenum chimney," said Doug Yates, chief of RoushYates Engines. "NASCAR has elected to start [there] on the first version of the fuel injection."

That leaves at least a door open. I asked Doug whether the software would be varied for different tracks, or whether NASCAR/McLaren/Freescale would hand out and pick up the ECUs for each race, much as NASCAR now does with restrictor plates. Again, he left a door open.

"We have a meeting in about three weeks to go through those questions, and we'll have more answers in the near future," Yates said. "As soon as we have more definition, we'll let you know."

Many had hoped that NASCAR, with injection, could do away with the much-despised restrictor plates. No, not so fast. Although McLaren and Freescale have more-than-adequate know-how to dump the plates for good, NASCAR apparently wants to keep some last-minute control in choking the engines.

"The plates are the easiest and most economical way because you govern the air flow," Robin Pemberton, NASCAR vp/competition, told reporter Ed Hinton.

Footnote here: NASCAR is very aware that some people actually like plate racing on the big tracks, with a pack of 40 cars sputtering by every 50 seconds.

The way it looks now, the plates, when needed, will be placed somewhere downstream of the air intake.

So there it is, some hybrid mutant of a fuel-injection system, provided by companies which could provide so much more, and turned partly to mush by the sanctioning body.

Here we had ? and likely still have ? an opportunity to bring NASCAR into technological harmony with actual stock cars ? much moreso than some common-template "Mustang" or "Camaro" will do ? a chance for racing truly to help improve the breed. But not yet.

So instead, I'll give NASCAR a B-minus for this one, maybe a B, depending on how quickly the cartel allows it to evolve.

It's a good start, fellows. You've got everything you need. Now go for it.

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Postcard from Europe: Miller eyeing bigger things

AMSTERDAM ? With an exciting first US camp under his belt, Halmstads BK right back Ryan Miller is turning focus to preseason prep for the new Swedish top-flight campaign, with a view to better things ahead than last season's 12th-place disappointment.

After all, there are those rabid HBK supporters to cheer up. The four-time Swedish champs have a bit of a mighty mite rep around town.

"It's a small club, but it's the only small club in Sweden that's won a championship," Miller boasted to MLSsoccer.com by phone, in a fashion sure to make the home faithful proud. "The fans are a little bit spoiled for a small club, they expect big things. When we have seasons like last year, they can't stand it. You feel bad walking around town because you're letting them down."

There have been some changes in Halmstad, with aims on making sure grandstand faces aren't so long this year. The fans aren't the only ones paying to expect more this season. Fresh from a No. 2 job with Allsvenskan champs Malm� FF, Barcelona native Josep Clotet Ruiz has been brought in to sprinkle some f�tbol flavor into the local cuisine.

"They've gone out and got a new coach, a Spanish coach, so we have new philosophies and a new direction," said Miller.

The defender says Ruiz is still tinkering with his tactical recipe, but the manager is trying to instill a more free-flowing, skill-based style.

"We're not really sure how we're going to play," shrugged Miller. "We've experimented with all sorts of things in the preseason. I think the thing he wants to do is get the best 11 players on the field, and how they play is up to them. He wants everyone to use their creativity."

To help instill this new attitude, Ruiz has brought three Real Madrid reserve players over on loan. Miller says their presence is having the desired effect in the team so far, but it's too soon to consider them actual game-changers.

"When you get Spanish players, you know they're going to be very technical," said Miller. "They definitely encourage [skillful play] at training. They always want the ball at their feet, they always want to combine. They are young, so they've got a lot to learn, and they're small stepping into a physical league, so we'll see if they can make an impact right away."

Ryan Miller was originally drafted by Columbus in 2008.

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Miller was limited to cup play in short MLS stints with the Columbus Crew and D.C. United, but managed to make a difference in his rookie campaign in Sweden.

After earning a move up from second-flight Ljungskile, the 26-year-old Chicago area native saw the field for 26 of 33 league matches in his first season with Halmstads. He hopes for another step up one day, but doesn't expect it to come until he goes free next December.

"I've got two years left on my contract, so I have a while," said the Notre Dame alum. "I plan on playing out my two final years, and of course, I want to play at the highest level possible. If I can switch to a bigger venue, I'll do that. Scandinavia is a good window into Europe. There's always scouts at games. A lot of teams come here and grab players for cheap."

Miller came close to reaching the international level with his participation in this year's January USMNT camp. He did not get a cap at the end of it, but you won't catch the defender complaining any about the call-up.

He admits to being so stunned when the official email arrived from US Soccer that he first had to verify if it was real.

"It definitely took me by surprise," Miller laughed. "They hadn't [contacted me prior] and I didn't know how they went about it."

He knows how they go about things now, though. Boss man Bob Bradley was struggling with knee troubles throughout camp, but Miller assured that it never kept the coach from barking orders and encouragement.

"The experience was incredible," he declared. "The coaches are top-class. You can see how competitive [Bradley] is. He does a very good job of instructing people, even though he was limited physically. There was nothing that was going to stop him from doing what he does. And he was in pain, he was always in the training room."

With that influence now brought back to Sweden, Miller will start trying to earn his next US call when Halmstads open the 2011 season with an April 2 visit from Kalmar.

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Former FSU Star John Wyche Now Tackling the Cleaning of Garbage Cans

February 22 2011 Last updated at 12:25 PM ET

Miami policeman John Wyche is committed to keeping residential streets clean of bad guys. Wyche is also committed to keeping residential trash cans and commercial garbage dumpsters clean of hazardous bacteria and fungi.

Both can be dirty jobs but, hey, somebody's got to do them, right?

Wyche, a former collegiate and professional football player, loves both his jobs.

In fact, one led to another.

In October 2009, some local kids had spray painted a number of neighborhood cars. Sgt. Wyche, on duty the following morning in Sunny Isle, Fla. realized that garbage was scheduled for pickup. He figured the young culprits probably tossed their spray paint cans in a neighborhood dumpster for a clean and easy getaway.

More than 200 garbage cans and 40 dumpsters later, Wyche discovered the spray paint cans -- and a business idea.

"After digging through those garbage cans and dumpsters I came to the realization that nobody was cleaning these things, because I had a nasty smell in my nose for the following week," Wyche said and laughed.

Wyche researched his idea and discovered companies in the United Kingdom and California were offering similar services to their customers.

Wyche was determined to do it better, and today his company -- TrashCo -- cleans residential garbage cans and commercial dumpsters all across south Florida. Better yet, Wyche says, the cleaning materials are green, environmentally compliant and effective.

Wyche's ultimate goal is to provide his service to trash and waste companies and customers throughout the United States. He also wants to help educate customers and businesses on the dangers of containers that are infested with flies, maggots, ants, insects and harmful germs and bacteria.

"People think that garbage cans just stink, but it can be much worse," Wyche explained.

Wyche said in recent testing by his business, seven different hazardous bacteria and fungi were identified in randomly tested residential trash cans and commercial garbage dumpsters.

Once a month and on the same day trash is collected, one of Wyche's technicians pressure washes, sanitizes and deodorizes area garbage cans, recycling bins, dumpsters and compactors.

Wyche, 42, had no idea one of his professions would be garbage.

He was a three-year starter (1987-90) at FSU, and many Seminole fans remember the horrific leg injury he sustained on kickoff coverage. Wyche, a starter at strong safety, broke his leg "in seven wonderful places" and still can't wiggle his toes due to the nerve damage he sustained.

Following FSU, Wyche signed as a free agent with the San Diego Chargers and played one season for the Birmingham Fire in the World League of American Football. He returned to Tallahassee, Fla. and worked in banking for four years before he decided to join law enforcement, moving to Miami more than 10 years ago.

Wyche keeps a close eye on his beloved Seminoles and tries to remain in touch with former teammates. While Wyche can't believe how quickly time has passed since his playing days, he has plenty to keep him busy with three children and two careers.

Wyche wants to make a difference and keep Miami streets clean.

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FanHouse 15: No. 2 Alex Rodriguez

February 28 2011 Last updated at 12:17 AM ET

It may seem like just weeks ago that the baseball season ended, but, believe it or not, Spring Training is here.

If you're like the rest of us at FanHouse, you can't wait for the season to begin, but we've got you covered until opening day arrives.

It's the FanHouse 15, a countdown of the 15 most talked about, blogged about, tweeted about, sensational stars of America's pastime.

Who will be number one?

The list continues with No. 2, the Yankees' Alex Rodriguez.

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Sunday, February 27, 2011

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GrindTV NEWSWIRE via Maloof Money Cup- Today, a new world record was set. Aldrin Garcia landed a 45" high ollie in the finals of the Maloof High Ollie Challenge claiming the $10,000 cash prize and unseating Danny Wainwright who has held the world record of 44.5 inches since 2000. Garcia also beat out pros including Torey Pudwill, Levi Brown, Luis Tolentino, Steve Nesser, Austyn Gillette and Anthony Schultz.

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Blake's Takes: The Dark Spectre in Racing


There's an Iggy Pop song called "Gimme Danger." The tune is haunting, although the words have almost nothing to do with what I'm about to discuss.

Those two words came to me every time I thought about what to write on a touchy subject, and I'll admit to some reservation in writing it at all.

Arguing with aggrieved NASCAR fans is like trying to explain something to your ex-wife -- you cant win.

Another quote brings it closer to home. Former world champion Jackie Stewart recalled a pre-season drivers meeting in the 1970s and looking around and wondering, en brogue, "which of these men I wouldn't see at next year's meeting."

Yes, friends, the possibility of death on the track loomed large then, and before, not just in Grand Prix racing but in midget and sprint-car shows in the Tommy Hinnerschitz days. The Nurburgring, that 16-mile monstrosity through the German forests, was billed as the world's most lethal track. Anyone remember Langhorne Speedway, outside Philadelphia? Bill Vuckovich? Eddie Sachs?

The now-gone Indianapolis News annually published the "official" record book of the 500-Mile Race. On a full page in the back was "Died at the Speedway", a list that included not only drivers and crewmen but spectators and innocent bystanders.

The most moving moment before any Indy 500 is the playing of "Taps." The tune began as sort of a lights-out signal during the Civil War. Through time, it became a salute to fallen heroes, a reminder of the ultimate sacrifice. Something about "Taps" brings a respectful hush to the quarter-million people in the stands, and the 33 drivers ready to risk it all on the bricks.

To sum it up, danger and death always have circled motor tracks with the racers -- a dark presence just over the horizon, a devil that could rise and strike at any time. And, without getting too Hemingway, and whether the customers admit it or not, that is some large part of the appeal of any sport that crosses the edge of safety.

Don't get me wrong. I don't want to see anyone die. I've seen a few fatal racing wrecks, and you find yourself surprised how the effect of death diminishes the more of it you see.

We call our racers heroes, but every hero will tell you there's no such thing as a hero. I saw my duty and did it, they say, or anybody else would have done the same thing, or, as blinded Peter Griffin said before fainting, "That place was on fire?"

To most of us, speed is dangerous. To racers, it's just part of the game. The object of the game is to win the race, and he who goes fastest is likeliest to win. How many times have you heard a racer say, You don't notice the speed until you hit something.

But let's get real here. Speed kills. Yes, the racers say, you could die falling out of bed in the morning. Yes, he died doing what he loved to do. Blah, blah, blah. That's how racers -- men not noted for their description skills -- rationalize death and danger.

But the customers want to see heroes, and hence they want to see danger, and hence, deep down, they understand that amid all the noise and color and finish-line action and parking-lot cookouts, they want to see men step willingly over that line.
What they've done though, as have (to a lesser degree) the moguls of the NFL, is to move the edge of danger outward, out past a limit where mere games end and true heroism kicks in.

The idea for this commentary came to me during football season, when it hit home that modern NFL football isn't football the way I remember it. The NFL delivers a good product, with suspenseful games and well-matched teams for the most part. But the latest regs on hitting -- when and on whom and on what parts of the body -- have sissified the game. The old Jim Brown/Dick Butkus/Johnny Unitas kind of football is gone.

As I say, I don't want to see anyone die, or be badly hurt. Soft walls, improved seats, HANS restraints, and yes, even some of the safety aspects of the "car of tomorrow" (such as moving the driver toward the center of the vehicle and away from the doors) certainly have kept many drivers healthy and ready to race another day. I'm all for it.

On the other hand, NASCAR continues to worry about declines in ratings and attendance, and it constantly tinkers with the product (such phony devices as green-white-checkers and the like) to keep tension in the game.

What they've done though, as have (to a lesser degree) the moguls of the NFL, is to move the edge of danger outward, out past a limit where mere games end and true heroism kicks in.

Heroism, no matter what the heroes tell you, comes from looking death in the eye and staring it down. In its essence, it's a long, cold-blooded look, as between a hunting dog and a bear, with no attempt by either side to laugh it off or make light of it.

Racers accept it, although part of their defense is in a simple "it won't happen to me." They believe this, and that settles it.

But from time to time, they all have to face it. Mark Martin, one of the true old pros, has been taking these kinds of risks all his life. He recalled once in the early 1990s at Talladega. His car was put out of control at 200mph and skidded toward a narrow gap between two concrete wall abutments. "I knew I was going to die," said Martin, who does not talk this way very often. He and his car made it through the gap with a couple inches to spare on either side.

Really, the way the cars race these days, there is far more excitement inside the cockpits than is apparent from the
grandstands. "You think this is boring?" Michael Waltrip asked the press after a particularly boring race a few years ago. "Then try driving it."

True. Listening to driver descriptions of the two-car push-packs at Daytona last week brought that back to mind. The fastest way to go was to nose up under the bumper of a car in front of you, thus neatly cutting a 40-car field into a field of 20 racing unities.

The problem was that the driver behind could not see in front of him and therefore had to rely entirely on his spotter to tell him what was ahead of the car in front. You couldn't get me to do that at 60 mph, much less 200.

The great Earnhardt put his finger exactly on it in one of his frequent protests against restricted racing. "Move the stands back, take the plates off, and let us race," he'd say. Bill Elliott would say that 230 or 240 mph probably was the limit of coordination in a "stock" car, but drag racers would scoff at that, at least for a quarter-mile. It's not just speed that makes heroes.

No, it's that spectre, that dark-robed figure who may or may not be present every time they drop the green flag.

NASCAR, and everyone else has debated the apparent sag in the popularity of motorsport, which peaked in the late 1990s. Some point to the economy, some say the death of Earnhardt, some believe it has to do with the retirement of some of the older heroes and the present group of colorless players.

(Colorless? What more color do you need than Kevin Harvick, say, or Kyle Busch?)

Racers look for the edge and sometimes cross it. The customers also tread a fine line. When racing is just another game, do we take it as seriously? Do you like it fine, what it's become? Or ...

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UFC 127: Dennis Siver Beats George Sotiropoulos

In a surprising lightweight result in Sydney, Dennis Siver won a unanimous decision over Australia's own George Sotiropoulos at UFC 127.

It was a very good fight that Siver won on the judges' scorcards by scores of 29-28, 30-28 and 30-27, improving his professional record to 18-7. Sotiropoulos falls to 14-3, and snaps an eight-fight winning streak.

"It was a hard, hard fight, but I could (follow) my game plan, and that's why I won," the German Siver said afterward, through his translator. "We trained so much every day."



After an exchange of strikes for a couple minutes, Sotiropoulos caught a Siver kick and tried to take Siver to the ground. Bus Siver did a great job of hopping around on one foot while Sotiropoulos held his other foot, and eventually Sotiropoulos let go without Siver ever hitting the floor. It was a great display of takdeown defense and balance by Siver.

When Siver wouldn't go down, it seemed to frustrate Sotiropoulos, and then Siver came through with some powerful punches, knocking Sotiropoulos down twice. Sotiropoulos was dazed and wobbly, and it looked like Siver was going to put him away, but Sotiropoulos managed to survive the round.

In the second round Siver did a great job of using his striking to create separation between the two of them, and Sotiropoulos had trouble getting close enough to go for a takedown. And when Sotiropoulos did go for a takedown, Siver just shrugged him off. In the final minute Sotiropoulos finally started to take control as Siver looked like he was fading, but I gave the second round to Siver.

The third round was a back-and-forth battle in which both men landed plenty of shots, although Siver's seemed more powerful. Sotiropoulos attempted several takedowns but never got the fight to the ground. When the third round ended neither fighter seemed to have a feeling for whether he had won. But all three judges agreed it was Siver's fight. I thought so, too. It was a great showing for Siver, who followed the perfect game plan.

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Jon Fitch strikes BJ Penn at UFC 127 on Sunday, Feb. 27, 2011 at the Acer Arena in Sydney, Australia.

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Tiequan Zhang submits Jason Reinhardt at UFC 127 on Sunday, Feb. 27, 2011 at the Acer Arena in Sydney, Australia.

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Tiequan Zhang celebrates his submission win over Jason Reinhardt at UFC 127 on Sunday, Feb. 27, 2011 at the Acer Arena in Sydney, Australia.

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Tiequan Zhang celebrates his submission win over Jason Reinhardt at UFC 127 on Sunday, Feb. 27, 2011 at the Acer Arena in Sydney, Australia.

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Mark Hunt drills Chris Tuchscherer at UFC 127 on Sunday, Feb. 27, 2011 at the Acer Arena in Sydney, Australia.

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Mark Hunt drills Chris Tuchscherer at UFC 127 on Sunday, Feb. 27, 2011 at the Acer Arena in Sydney, Australia.

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Chris Tuchscherer leaves the Octagon bloody at UFC 127 on Sunday, Feb. 27, 2011 at the Acer Arena in Sydney, Australia.

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Curt Warburton ground and pounds Maciej Jewtuszko at UFC 127 on Sunday, Feb. 27, 2011 at the Acer Arena in Sydney, Australia.

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