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Panic Grand Prix 2023 - The Best Corolla Event in the US?

I was supposed to have written this post about a week ago… but life happens…  I won’t make this post too long (I lied) since I have to catch up with a bunch of video editing projects so bear with me on the lack of writing (I’m not even good at it lol). Panic Grand Prix 2023… What is the Panic Grand Prix?? The Panic Grand Prix is a customer appreciation event for Panic customers and friends with…

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How Do F1 Cars Work?: Braking, Cooling, Sensors

I never know how to start these posts. Let's dive in.

Braking and Cooling

Brakes are an incredibly important part of any car, but most especially in F1. With the speed and power the cars have a sensitive, sturdy, and strong braking system must exist. In the case of modern cars, F1 uses an extremely efficient and durable carbon-carbon disc brake system. This allows the car to screech to a halt in a split-second, and allows drivers to use their speedy reaction times to the best of their ability. When the driver steps on the brake pedal, it compresses two master brake cylinders, one for the front wheels and one for the rear, which generate fluid pressure.

For the front tires, the fluid pressure is delivered directly to the front brake calipers (part that houses brake pads and pistons). Inside each caliper, six pistons clamp pads against the disc and it is this friction that slows the car down. For the rear tires it is a bit different.

At the rear, the car can brake by three separate sources: friction from the brakes, resistance from the spinning engine (engine braking) and electrical braking that results from harvesting energy from the MGU-K . Although the driver can adjust each of these on his steering wheel, when he presses the brake pedal, the three systems work together via the Brake By Wire (BBW) system.

When the driver presses the pedal, the fluid pressure generated in the rear braking circuit is picked up by an electronic pressure sensor. The signal from this sensor represents the overall rear braking demand from the driver and is passed to the Electronic Control Unit (ECU) where it is turned into a series of commands to brake the rear of the car. The ECU distributes its efforts to the three systems according to the the set up of the car and this is altered by the way that the driver has adjusted the switch settings on the steering wheel. This is what teams mean when they say changing the setting on the car.

Going hand-in-hand with braking, cooling is another important part of the car, especially for brakes. Basically, there is a series of systems that cools the power unit, brakes, and electronics. If the car overheats, it can lead to damage and lack of performance. There are a few ways to cool. Radiators cool the engine and hybrid system. Intercooler cools the air that the turbocharger compresses before it enters the engine. Brake cooling ducts bring air to the brakes in order to stop them from overheating.

2. Electronics and Sensors

So i'm sure many of you have looked at the steering wheel and been baffled that this thing that looks like a Nintendo Switch steers that car. The F1 steering wheel is incredibly complex and has a variety of buttons, screens, and knobs. For example, on the steering wheel is an area for strat settings, where their plans for all eventualities are mapped out. There is also a rotary knob for MGU-K settings, where drivers can switch around when faced with possible failures. The menu allows drivers control over every setting in the car. Beyond that there is the pit lane speed button, gear change buttons, race start button, energy recovery button, and brake balance knob, among others. It really tells you how much drivers do in a race beyond racing.

Other than the steering wheel, there is also the telemetry, over 300 sensors which gathers race data and sends it back to engineers on the pit wall. This way, engineers can either remotely alter settings and strat, or advise the driver on what to do.  F1 uses a customized mesh wireless network system based on WiMax 802.16 at each racetrack. The sensors record data, which is then temporarily stored in the Electronic Control Unit (ECU), which controls functions like engine performance and power steering. That sensor data then travels wirelessly to a centralized location managed by F1. F1 then sends the data to the relevant team, of course very securely. Teams then use a system called Advanced Telemetry Linked Acquisition System (ATLAS) to view and analyze sensor data.

The final pretty important electronic devices on an F1 car is the many many cameras. The most recognizable camera is found in the "T" structure that sits atop of every F1 car. It gives viewers that top-down, forward facing view used often by broadcasters. this is also how viewers often distinguish between cars of the same team. One driver will have a yellow camera, the other has black. The two nose cameras provides a view of the front wing and low circuit. The 360 camera is on top of the chassis and provides a wide view of the race track, and everything else around the car. The driver facing camera is pointed directly at the driver and helps keep track of how they are doing, and in the event of the crash helps marshals and rescuers figure out the best way to help. The two rear cameras are settled on a rear facing structure, and allows the pit wall to see what is going on directly behind the driver and advise. Beyond these ones, drivers also have cameras inside their helmets, showing exactly what they see. Can't get away with much in an F1 car.

3. How They Work Together

So, we now know the basics of most parts of the car. But these parts all must work together before that car will go anywhere. How do they do it?

One of the more obvious relationships is between aerodynamics and power. The better the aerodynamics, the more usable the power is. They also work in tandem around different parts of the track. On corners the aerodynamics keep the car stable while the power peters off. On straights the power keeps the car boosted. Suspension and tires are also very connected. It is the suspension that keeps the tires on the ground. A good suspension will also mean that the tires are easier to manage, something any driver knows is highly important. Brakes and ERS are also connected because the brakes help recover ERS, pretty simply. Also the cooling system works with most of teh car, cooling engine, tires, and brakes. The biggest connection is probably between all the sensors on the car. They are connected to every single part, and even a small bit of damage can destroy them. The non-sensor components have to accommodate for the sensors and work perfectly with them in order for proper data to be sent back.

The ultimate goal of engineers is to create a car that works in harmony all together. The integration of the engine to the chassis is highly important. There have been cars that the parts were fantastic on their own, but the minute they were put together stopped working completely. Its why teams that produce their own engines have such a leg up over non-manufacturers. Its also why sometimes you will see a car that is running poorly until one small thing is changed, and then suddenly its brand new. Car harmony really is terribly important.

Alright, done! While I covered most of the important stuff, as always if there is any particular part of the car anyone wants me to dive deeper into, please let me know.

Cheers,

-B

[understeerking]

Part 2: chatting with Yuji san, he said they had just returned from the Drift Tengoku 90's style Matsuri at Mobara Circuit. An event where all the cars had to be Old-school style and it sound amazing! Looking over his pink 180sx, I noticed a small Wakos oil sticking out the passenger fender. When I asked what it was, he said it was for the wastegate dump. With the cars' 90s look, I assumed it had a "boost up" or an older bottom/mid mount turbo. Instead, he had a top mount GT30 setup, making about 350hp if I remember correctly. His son's car also ran a GT30 with a Link ecu. His fuel setup was all SARD. Back in the day, all you would see was Rom tune, Power FC, or HKS F-Con. So it's cool to see some newer tech being used. With the small wheels, these cars must spin the tires like crazy, lol. The B-Wave cars were also joined by two X90 MarkII's from the Night Walkers. I will share those next.

[junocandraw]

JEFF THE KILLER REWRITE 2/4

Wow! You made it this far! You must really like staring at words!!

Incase you couldn’t tell, this isn’t the beginning. The first part is linked at the top of my page!

Maybe you should get another helping of popcorn, and clean the emo black eyeliner tears off of your face. Or get up and start your MCR vinyl back at the beginning because you continue to insist that sound technology hasn’t progressed past the year 1857.

Whats that? You want me to get out of your way with my intrusive paragraphs? Oh. I see how it is.

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The Face Off

The nightmare Jeff had on Monday night lingered with him through the next morning. He wasn’t the type to let something as silly as a dream frighten him, but this one had something strange to it. Something he couldn’t quite place. He knew it had something to do with the ringing, and that lingering feeling of bloodlust that had gone dormant inside of him once again. He knew it had something to do with the new, strange feeling that he was being watched everywhere that he went.

On Tuesday at school, he got shoulder checked by Randy in the hallway on the way to his 6th period class. Jeff didn’t let this get to him. Instead, he redirected the fury to his competitive spirit, knowing what was coming for Randy in his first practice on Friday. He spent so much time thinking about every trick, every shot, and every opportunity he would have to embarrass his new found enemy. To ruin him.

Jeff had also been keeping a close eye on Liu. He began to notice how he wouldn’t speak on the car rides home from school. How he would shut his bedroom door and not come out until it was time for dinner. It was unusual for him, even with his introverted personality. Jeff wasn’t surprised that his ignorant parents didn’t notice Liu’s strange behavior, but he was still angry nonetheless.

At last, the week ended, and Saturday came. Jeff had packed his belongings the previous night, and hung his practice uniform on his bedroom door. He watched Wisconsin beat Notre Dame while he did his math homework just to prepare himself mentally. He woke up extra early for the 8:30 practice just to be certain that everything was ready.

Jeff parked his car outside of the gym and locked it with a cheerful beep, before striding up to the door. It was freezing cold outside, with mounds of plowed snow scattered across the student parking lot. He showed up around 30 minutes early to have adequate time to stretch and meet the coaches. Jeff was grateful for the heaters over the doors when he walked inside, his entire body being hit with a wave of warm air. The warmth disappeared through the second pair of doors that opened into the rink.

Jeff walked alongside a faceoff spot and admired the condition that the rink was in. It was obvious that the school cared about athletics. When he came around the curve of the boards, he saw three men standing and chatting beside the bleachers. He recognized one of them as Mr. H. The men waved at him in unison, and Jeff waved back, picking up his walking pace to get to them quicker.

”Ah! You must be Jeffery!” One of the men greeted, his hand extended for a handshake, the other man and Mr. H following close behind him. The coach who led the group had white hair, and a white mustache. He looked to be in his mid 60s. His belly was round, and his face was red. He wore a red sweater with the school's hawk mascot over a black collared shirt. He also sported black dress pants with a shiny whistle around his neck. He was considerably shorter than Jeff.

“I am, but it’s just Jeff.” Jeff replied, firmly shaking the coach’s hand.

“I’m Coach Barkley, the head coach.” He chuckled, ignoring Jeff’s correction entirely. The man who looked like an assistant coach chuckled along with him. Jeff didn’t laugh. The only person who called him Jeffery was his father, and it always made him furious, “We’re so glad to have you here at ECU.” Jeff nodded, and politely extended his hand to the other coach,

“I’m Coach Carter. I coach JV, so you won’t be seeing me much.” Jeff gripped Coach Carter’s hand and gave it a firm shake. He had an anxious disposition about him that Jeff found a little creepy. He felt glad knowing he wouldn’t be spending much time with Coach Carter. As Jeff thought about this, Coach Barkley continued speaking,

“Considering this is your first day, we don’t expect you to join in the scrimmage if you don’t want to, but-“

”Scrimmage?” Jeff’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He felt a smirk tug at the corners of his mouth. His timing was truly perfect.

”Um- Yes. We have scrimmages every Saturday.” The Coach seemed offended that Jeff had interrupted him.

”Oh, I’ll be in there.” Jeff nodded, knowing he wouldn’t miss this opportunity for the world.

“Told you he’s perfect.” Mr. H smiled, winking slightly at Jeff. Despite Mr. H’s compliment, Coach Barkley seemed only moderately pleased,

“Alright, considering that you play center, you might have some trouble with Randy. He’s very competitive, one of the best centers in the district.” Coach Barkley was cocky, but Jeff knew better,

‘How about the best in the state?’ Jeff thought, realizing that Coach Barkley was yet another obstacle that he would have to deal with.

“Jeff, why don’t you get your skates on, and meet some of the other players? Everyone else should already be in there.” Mr. H suggested, followed by passionate nodding from both of the coaches,

“Great idea, Mr. H. Jeffery, go ahead to the locker room.”

“It’s Jeff.” The teenager asserted coldly, narrowing his eyes at the head coach. He turned on his heel, and began to head towards the locker room. Once he was out of the adults’ lines of vision, Jeff shook his head and clutched his stick tighter. He used his free hand to open the door to the locker room.

Jeff felt 34 pairs of eyes fall directly on him, and heard all of the conversations die at once. His eyes landed on Randy elbowing Troy and Keith so that they could see what he saw. The room smelled like spray deodorant, and sweat. The atmosphere was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

Jeff ignored them, and sat on an empty bench. He then unlaced his Converse and unzipped his bag to retrieve his practice uniform. He pulled his shirt off over his head, and tied his hair back into a low bun. Just as he was about to reach for his shoulder pads, one of the boys broke the silence,

“Are you the new kid?” Jeff turned to look up at him, noticing his striking green eyes. He nodded silently while adjusting his padding. Another kid with curly red hair asked,

“You’re from Milwaukee, right? Is it nice there?” Jeff chuckled at the underclassmen attempting to make conversation,

“Have you never been to Milwaukee?” The kid shook his head no, before Randy chimed in uninvited,

“Probably couldn’t afford it anyways.” A few of the other boys snickered at his cruelty. The freshman looked hurt at Randy’s words. Jeff stood up, and turned to face the tormentor. He had hit the peak of his rage, and began to spill his guts,

“What in the hell is your problem?” Jeff’s spat, his voice filled with venomous hatred, “Does bullying underclassmen get you off, or something?” The other boys in the locker room were shocked. They had never seen Randy get publicly stood up to before, and by the look on his face, Randy hadn’t either.

“What’d you just say? You wanna run that by me one more time, Jeffery?”

“What? Is Daddy’s job not getting enough playing time for you?” Jeff felt exhilarated as he watched his words seep into Randy’s skin.

”Why don't you pull up your pants and fight me? Or are you too pussy?” The tension between the two boys increased, rising over the boiling point,

Jeff silently shook his head, putting his blade guards on over his skates and slamming his locker behind him. He grabbed his stick and walked over to the door. Before he left, he turned to face his new team, “Don’t let this red-headed tool or his chicken-shit friends push you around.” He then turned all of his attention to Randy,

“If you have something to prove, let's see it in the barn.”

With that Jeff closed the door behind him, and walked back to the boards to begin stretching.

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After a few laps around the rink to get warmed up, Coach Barkley blew his whistle, calling the team to the center ice. The team gathered around the coaches, clapping in unison. When he blew his whistle again, the clapping ceased. Yet another adjustment for Jeff to make.

“Today’s practice is for an hour. We’ll only play for two periods, because I have a doctor’s appointment. Halfway through, you all get a ten minute break to hydrate and huddle with your teams.” Coach Barkley instructed, “Our team captains today are Randy…and…Jeff.” The whole team looked at Jeff, who’s eyes were locked on Coach Barkley.

Jeff and Randy skated in front of the group of boys, and began to pick teams. Randy went first,

”Keith.” Keith, a left wing player, skated to Randy’s side. It was Jeff’s turn. He realized that he was picking completely in the dark. He also realized that it was probably part of Coach Barkley’s plan to help Randy’s team win, and elevate his status with Mr. H,

“You.” Jeff pointed at the red-headed kid whom Randy had taunted in the locker room. The kid looked surprised, and even pointed at himself to make sure that he had really been selected. Jeff nodded, and the red-headed underclassman skated over, a wide grin on his face. Jeff could tell that he wasn’t used to being picked first. Jeff noticed Coach Barkley snickering with his other coach behind his clipboard, and Randy whispering to Keith. Jeff turned to the red headed freshman,

“Don’t look at them. One of those two will absolutely be a teen father before they graduate.” Jeff joked, trying to ease the kid’s nerves, “What’s your name?”

”Adam.” He answered sheepishly. His shy demeanor and quiet voice reminded Jeff a lot of Liu,

”Are you a freshman?” Jeff questioned, trying to gauge how old he was,

“Yeah.” He responded, turning back to the crowd to see who else Jeff could pick, “Get that short kid with the black hair.” Adam whispered to Jeff. It was the kid with the bright green eyes from the locker room who had asked Jeff if he was new,

“Jeffery? It’s your turn.” Coach Carter stared at Jeff from across the ice.

“You.” Jeff pointed at the green-eyed kid, who zoomed over, and gave Jeff a gloved high five, “And it’s Jeff, please.” Jeff began to grow annoyed at his coaches ignoring his corrections,

”I’m Thomas, call me Tom.” He smiled, “You should get Brady. He’s the blond kid, he plays right wing. He’s really good.”

“I’ll take Brady.” Randy called.

“Damn.” Tom whispered, “Oh! Get Will, he’s the other tall one. He plays awesome defense.” Adam nodded in agreement,

”You.” Jeff pointed at Will, who skated over to Jeff’s side. He was stoic, and stood at around 6’1. He had dark skin, and a purple mouth guard.

Soon enough all of the players had been selected and sorted onto their teams. Jeff had taken the advice of his new teammates as his only guidance in choosing. He hadn’t a clue if they were correct or not. Coach Barkley gave the two teams 5 minutes to huddle up and strategize. The players gathered around Jeff, who began to speak.

“For my starters I need Tom, Will, Eli…” Jeff thought for a moment, “And Adam.” The team seemed shocked at Jeff’s decision, but fearing the wrath he had shown Randy in the locker room, they remained silent,

“Listen. I know I’m new. I know I don’t know any of you, and you don’t know me, and because of that I’m not gonna order you around or be an asshole. I’m not that guy. If some new guy had come to NMHS and started ordering people around like that, we’d probably be a little annoyed. I know that this probably isn’t ideal for you guys, and I’m sorry. But you have to understand. I want to win. I really hate losing. It’s just who I am. I’m done talking now, you guys tell me what I need to know.” After his short speech, Jeff began to listen to his teammates talk about what positions they felt comfortable in, their strengths, and their weaknesses so that he could form a game plan.

When Jeff heard Coach Barkley’s whistle, he knew it was game time. He skated to the center of the rink, and got into the ready position just as he had been taught. He bit his yellow mouthguard as Randy and his team got into position. Coach Carter waited for the okay from Coach Barkley to drop the puck. Once he gave Coach Carter a thumbs up, Jeff felt his heart rate accelerate.

When the puck dropped, the fight for the puck was fierce. The clacking of sticks against the ice and each other was the only sound that could be heard. It felt like an eternity before Randy’s team finally managed to get a hold of the puck. The left wing player darted down the ice towards Jeff’s team’s goal.

Jeff was not going to let Randy get away with this, and used his incredible skating skills to close the gap between him and the left wing player. He angled his body to get the puck back. He executed a perfect poke check, and stole the puck for himself.

He took off in the opposite direction with the puck in his possession, every calculated move he made showcasing his love of the game. He skated past defenders and found himself approaching the net. The only thing that stood between him and the goal was the goalie. Jeff took an inhale, and exhaled on a powerful wrist shot that went sailing past the goalie’s glove into the top left corner of the net.

Jeff held his stick above his head as he glided behind the goal. Within the first moments of the game, he had already scored. He noticed Coach Barkley glaring down at him, and whispering to Coach Carter. Jeff was beginning to realize how much Coach Barkley was there to protect Randy.

As Jeff skated back to the middle of the ice for the next face-off, he took note of Adam playing goalie. His freckled face almost matched his hair in redness from the cold.

When Jeff got into the ready position, he looked up at Randy with a sly smirk. Randy’s face contorted with hatred for Jeff. He was embarrassed that someone like him could just show up, and make him look like a fool. As the pair waited for Coach Carter to retrieve the puck, Randy made a jab at Jeff,

“Your stick handling is shit.” He hissed, putting his mouth guard back into his mouth. Jeff just kept his composure, and prepared for the face off. Coach Carter skated between them with the puck. With a high pitched whistle from Coach Barkley, the game proceeded,

As the game went on, Jeff continued to have luck. His only goal was to destroy and embarrass Randy by every means possible, but he remembered his mentor, Stanley’s, wise words,

”Play with your head, not your heart.”

His heart was pained a bit, knowing Stanley was all the way back in Milwaukee, and it would be months before he got to see him again. He felt gritted determination in his soul, wanting very much for his mentor to be proud of him.

After 12 more minutes of playing, Adam had successfully blocked one of Randy’s shots into the goal, causing Jeff and the team to cheer with much vigor. This infuriated both Coach Barkley, and Randy to their cores.

As for Jeff, he had stolen the puck countless times from their weak offense, gotten a sneaky assist, and scored another goal. Jeff was glad to see that his gameplay alone was throwing Randy off. After a great hip check to one of Randy’s teammates, Jeff successfully got a hold of the puck and zoomed down towards Randy’s goal against the boards. He zoomed around a defensive player, and was almost to the attacking zone.

Just as he was about to execute a pass to one of his teammates, he felt a force shove him from behind and down to the ice. Jeff’s gloved hands were the first to hit the ice, then the rest of his body. It was a nasty fall, but nothing new to Jeff. When he looked up he saw Randy skating past him with the puck. Jeff waited for the whistle to be blown so that Randy would be put in the penalty box, and the game could continue. The sound never came. Jeff stood up, and looked up to Coach Barkley. It seemed that he hadn’t even noticed Randy’s misconduct. Jeff gritted his teeth, and got back on defense. He would let actions speak louder than words, unlike Randy, who couldn’t seem to stop chirping the entire game.

Jeff zoomed back to the defending zone, his frigid eyes locking on Randy Hayden. He was going in for the kill. He executed a perfect, yet aggressive, shoulder-to-shoulder body check, and stole the puck for his team. No sooner than he had begun to return to the attacking zone, he heard the blow of the whistle. Jeff came to a halt, and whipped around to look at Coach Barkley. He looked at Jeff, his arm extended to the side horizontally.

“WHAT?” Jeff exclaimed, “That was legal!” He asked, his face burning with animosity at the injustice he was facing.

“You checked from behind, Jeffery.” Coach Carter explained with a monotone voice, “Head to the penalty box.” Jeff turned to face Coach Carter and defend himself,

“It-It was shoulder to shoulder! If it were from behind, how would I have taken the puck?!”

“Just go get in the box, we’re all waiting on you.” Randy had a sly smile. Jeff’s helmeted head slowly turned towards Randy. He felt a pain in the side of his head. The anger that he was feeling was changing into something new. That intoxicating haze of hatred and bloodlust had returned. Jeff felt sick with his fury, wanting so desperately to get even with this privileged prick in front of him. His body was shaking, his left eye and hand were twitching, and he had reached the precipice of his emotions. This display of blatant favoritism towards Randy sickened him. It wasn’t fair. Jeff’s adrenaline soared. He didn’t notice, but the ringing in his ears had returned.

Jeff removed one of the gloves from his hand and threw it down onto the ice, unable to contain his emotions any longer. He lunged at Randy, and delivered a forceful punch to his jaw. Randy wasn’t going to let Jeff take advantage of him so easily, however, and grabbed Jeff’s hand when he attempted to deliver a second punch. As Jeff tried to fight through Randy’s grasp on his wrist, Randy removed his gloves, initiating their fight. After a bit of struggling and pulling on each other’s jerseys, Randy got a pretty good hit on Jeff’s helmet cage, causing Jeff to be stunned for a moment. He fell hard onto the ice, but grabbed the front of Randy’s jersey so that he’d go down with him. He ripped Randy’s helmet off, and got a forceful right hook in on Randy’s ear.

The Coaches had let Randy and Jeff fight, thinking it was all a part of the game. But when the punches and shouting never ceased, they had to intervene.

Jeff finally got control over Randy, pinning his arms down to the ice with his padded knees. He threw his fist as hard as he could into Randy’s eye. Randy growled in pain, before hitting Jeff with an uppercut that had come out of nowhere. Jeff tried to fight through the pain, but it almost seemed impossible. He could feel warm red blood trickling down his face. He gritted his teeth and licked his lips. His tongue tasted metallic fire. The ringing in his ears that he had managed to ignore all of this time became too loud. It was the same as his dream, and the same as the day he had fought his Dad.

Jeff’s rage had changed once more. The bloodlust that he was feeling had been a primarily violence-based emotion. When he was wrestling Randy, he found that there was some sadistic, evil pleasure that came with it. Watching the blood seep from his nose. Watching his eyes water, and blacken from a bruise. Listening to Randy’s pained screams and growls as he struggled beneath him. He was completely at Jeff’s mercy, and he loved it. He relished in it. The control, the power. It was intoxicating.

Jeff was in the process of getting a hit in on Randy’s stomach, when without warning, his body tensed up. He couldn’t move his limbs, or his neck. His eyes darted around, trying to figure out what happened. Meanwhile, Randy was weakened from Jeff’s violent outburst. Every punch Jeff had expertly delivered was excruciating, and blood flowed from Randy’s nose, mouth, and bruises were beginning to form on his face.

Jeff was pulled off of Randy by Mr. H, and shoved to the ice away from him. Coach Barkley’s and Mr. H hovered over Jeff’s tense, trying to understand what was happening.

“BOYS! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON??” Coach Barkley demanded, his eyes moving back and forth between Randy and Jeff. He was interrupted by Jeff’s screeching in pain from the sudden tension in his muscles. This is when the spasms set in. Jeff’s body went completely limp for a short moment, before beginning to convulse and twitch sporadically. His eyes were wide open, almost like they were going to pop out of his head. Foamed spit emerged from the corners of his mouth, sliding down his cheeks and around his ears. The entire team were still in shock, including Troy, Keith, and Randy.

“Oh my Gosh! Call an ambulance! He’s having a seizure!” Mr. H exclaimed as Coach Carter got down to Jeff’s level to make sure he didn’t injure himself.

The worst part about his seizure was that the entire time it was happening, Jeff was conscious and aware. There wasn’t an inch in his body that wasn’t in horrible pain. The only one of his senses that didn’t work was his hearing. Everything around him was chaotic, but silent. His vision was blurry from tears that began to roll down his cheeks. As Jeff started to lose his consciousness, he felt relief wash over him as the pain finally began to fade. The last things he saw were his Coaches on the phone with 911, and the tall, faceless figure in a suit that stood behind the boards and watched him suffer.

The Mentor

It had been a long couple of days for Jeff. He had suffered a grand mal seizure while he was fighting with Randy. The hospital he was taken to had run every test, every exam, and every scan on the boy. Each one came back normal. Jeff was completely healthy. Seizures could happen at random and to anybody, but Jeff’s wasn’t typical. His seizure had lasted for far too long and was far too severe to be ordinary. Still, there was nothing that the staff could do, so they moved on.

When Jeff finally woke up, it had been a day and a half since his seizure had occurred. He first heard the buzzing of fluorescent lights over his head, and the steady beeping of a heart monitor. He could smell disinfectant within the air, giving the hospital a sterile scent. His body was covered by a thin, coarse blanket that hardly qualified as bedding. His feet were wrapped in socks, and his body in a green hospital gown. He had an IV in his arm, pumping fluids throughout his body. His eyes fluttered open, and a hazy voice called out to him,

”Jeff? Are you awake?” When he had finally shaken off the cobwebs of his unconscious state, he could see who had just spoken to him.

“Stanley?” Jeff breathed, raising his head barely above the pillow and rubbing his eyes with his free arm.

“Jeff! Oh, thank goodness you're awake! I need to call your brother and let him know you’re okay!” Jeff only registered half of what Stanley said. He laid back down, and watched as the suspended ceiling above him moved like a wave. All of the sudden, a nurse appeared above him and began to gently touch his arm. She too was speaking, but Jeff couldn’t understand. Everything sounded muffled. Everything looked muffled. This was until Jeff heard one word. Well, one name.

”So…Something apparently happened with some kid named…oh, what was it?” Stanley pondered, scratching the white stubble on his aged chin, “Ronald…Oh! It was Randy!” Jeff snapped, and sat up immediately. Both the nurse, and Stanley were surprised at this. The heart rate monitor next to Jeff’s bed began to quicken in pace. He was now fully awake and aware of his surroundings. Jeff’s crystal eyes were wide, and sick. They were not the eyes of a sane man.

“Woah! Lay back down, son. You’re gonna hurt yourself!” The nurse gently pushed Jeff’s chest, attempting to get him to lie back down. For a moment, Jeff didn’t budge. Stanley, in his wiseness, noticed Jeff’s right eye twitching slightly. He stood up, his left hand clutching his cane,

“Jeff, it’s okay. You’re okay. Lay back down so the doctor can check on you. You’re alright, I promise.” He hobbled over to Jeff, rested his hand on Jeff’s shoulder, and guided him back down into a lying position. The heart monitor’s beeps began to slow at Stanely’s touch.

“Sorry…” Jeff mumbled, stretching his arms out, “What happened?”

“You’re alright, don’t apologize. You had a seizure.” The polite nurse explained, “You’re a really tough kid Jeffery. We’re gonna run some tests later to see if we can find a cause. Can you take a deep breath in for me?”

“Please, call him Jeff.” Stanley smiled, and nodded at the nurse.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Jeff.” The nurse looked down at her patient, knowing he was too disoriented off of the painkillers he was prescribed to understand what was happening. Jeff complied with her instructions, and the nurse listened to his lungs.

She ran a few more short tests while Stanley had stepped out of the room to make a phone call to Liu, and Jeff’s parents. When the nurse left, she invited Stanley back to the room, who shut the door behind him after wishing her well.

Stanley Waterbury was an older man, in his late sixties. His dark, weathered skin showed the weight of the long years he had lived. He had dark eyes like pools of ink that looked especially beautiful when the sunlight hit them just right. His halo of short silver hair matched his beard, which was trimmed neatly. His glasses sat perched on his nose, right above his contagious, knowing smile. His hands were calloused, proof of his life of hard work.

He walked with a cane, as he suffered an ACL injury during his legendary hockey career that had put him out of the sport for good. Stanley had dedicated his life to hockey, and didn’t let this injury stop him from coaching the sport he loved so much.

Stanley sat on the rolling stool that the nurse had just been sitting on beside Jeff’s bed. He gave Jeff a one-sided hug as Jeff was too weak to move. He pushed Jeff’s bangs out of his face and tucked them behind his ear. Jeff looked up at him weakly,

“What hospital is this? Did you drive all the way from Milwaukee?” Jeff wondered, his voice quiet.

“You’re about an hour away from Elmerville, and an hour away from Milwaukee.” Stanley explained, “I came as soon as I heard. I’m sorry that this is happening to you, son.”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing.” Jeff tried to sit up in his bed, but realized that he couldn’t.

“Quit moving around, boy. You need to rest.” Stanley rested his hand on Jeff’s shoulder, and looked into his eyes with a pity filled expression. Jeff sighed, and closed his eyes.

“Where’s mom and dad?” He asked, already knowing the answer to his question. He stared up at the ceiling above him with tired eyes. Stanley hesitated, knowing it wasn’t his place to speak illy of Jeff’s parents,

”They…uh…couldn’t make it.” He answered, “Your father had work and your stepmother…” He trailed off, knowing he couldn’t properly excuse their absence. Jeff’s eyes burned, and tears formed in the inner corners.

”Couldn’t? Or wouldn't?” Jeff muttered, a tear rolling down his pale cheek. Stanley didn’t say anything, because his heart of hearts burned with the same animosity as Jeff’s. Stanley had known Jeff since he was in elementary school, and seeing him like this broke his heart. Jeff was like a son to him, and his wife.

“I’m so sorry. Liu is with Margret. They’re on the way, and should be here in an hour or so. I’m not sure how bad the traffic is heading this way.”

“When did you get here?” Jeff asked, turning his head back to Stanley, who wiped the tear off of Jeff’s cheek.

”Late last night. I got the call from the school because I’m on your emergency contact list. I came as soon as I heard.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Jeff had a look of genuine concern on his face.

”It’s alright. Someone had to come and check on you, and fill out all that damned paperwork.” This comment was a slight jab at Jeff’s parents, as Stanley would never say that he didn’t like them out loud, “Do you want to talk about what happened?” He asked, the fluorescent light reflecting off of his gold wedding band. Jeff paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He had a lot to say, but he wasn’t quite sure if he could,

“I…I’ve just been so angry.” Jeff chuckled limply to himself, “That’s not new, though.”

”I was gonna say.” Stanley gently pinched Jeff’s cheek. The teen sighed, preparing to speak his mind.

”Ever since we moved to Elmerville, I’ve been…angry. But, not regular-angry. I’ve been angry all the time. I haven’t had a moment of peace since I unpacked my stuff and moved in. I keep getting these…weird thoughts, and this ringing in my ear out of nowhere. I-I feel like I’m being watched all the time…” Jeff explained erratically, scratching around the IV in his arm,

“Moving can be tough.” Stanley changed the subject to try to improve Jeff’s move, ”Change is hard. I know how much you loved Milwaukee, and how much you wanted to stay. Your team misses you a lot, and when I go see them at the barn, they always ask how you’re doing. Have you been keeping up with them? That might help you feel better.”

”I chat with them every now and then. If I talk to them for too long, I just start to get sad.” Jeff sighed, yawning quietly.

“I see. And what about this fight you had?” Stanley’s demeanor changed to one of a frustrated parent,

”Yes. I’m sorry. I broke my promise.” Jeff mumbled, remembering the guarantee he had given to Stanley before he left, swearing to stay out of trouble.

“What fights have you been in? How many have you been in?” Stanley raised an eyebrow, his hands wrapping around his wooden cane. Stanley was the only person Jeff would be totally honest about this with, because he knew deep down that Stanley was there to help him. He would never judge Jeff, and often gave him great advice.

“My first fight was with my dad. I got physical, I guess, but it just happened so fast. He makes me so angry, Stanley, you know how it is.” Jeff vented.

“I do, son. I do.” Stanley shook his head, and muttered quietly about Jeff’s parents to himself. He then sighed, and continued “And the others? Who is this Randy kid?” Jeff felt his heart rate increase at the mention of his enemy’s name. The heart rate monitor mirrored Jeff’s anger, putting it on display. With this, Jeff’s demeanor changed. His regular, conversational self was replaced with something else. He sat up slowly, and the beeping began to accelerate once more, almost like an omen,

“He’s the athletic director’s son.” Jeff explained, “I actually liked Mr. H, even after his pathetic son and his friends had tried to intimidate me after school one day. The first time we fought was in that classroom. He-he was going to fight me, Stanley, I could just- I could…tell. Luckily, his Dad strolled in and broke it up. But at practice, things got…rough. He checked me from behind, and they-they didn’t call it. I was pissed, but I got back up and kept playing. After that, I shoulder checked him, and-and it was COMPLETELY LEGAL. But-but they called it! They called it Stanley! I was just so…mad. I just wanted to take my stick, break it in half, and gut him like a fish!!” Stanley’s eyes widened, concern washing over his face. Jeff had always been a fighter, but nothing like this. He decided to blame it on the painkillers, but his gut remained skeptical. There was something deeper going on here,

“And…that's when you had your seizure?”

“Yeah…But that wasn’t…Look, I saw this- this thing, Okay? It had- it was tall. Really tall. Like, a street lamp. It wears a suit, a-and it has no face. Its face is- it's gone. It’s got long arms, and it was watching me die. I was laying on the ice, having my seizure, and it was watching me die- he’s been following me. I’ve seen him before. He won’t stop following me, and-and watching me.” Jeff had a small fit of giggling before continuing to ramble about what he had seen. Alarms were going off in Stanley’s mind, especially when he noticed the deranged look in the young man’s eyes.

“Jeff, are you alright?” Stanley asked as Jeff continued to ramble incoherently without ceasing. As he asked this, a few doctors walked into the room. Jeff stopped talking when he saw the group of doctors that had made their way into the room, and instead looked down at his folding arms.

“Good afternoon, Jeffery.”

“It’s Jeff, please.” Stanley’s face was contorted with confusion as he corrected the doctors.

“Jeff, my apologies.” The doctor smiled down at Jeff, “I’m doctor Saia, and we’re here to run a couple tests on you.”

While the doctors were talking to Jeff, Stanley pulled one of the doctors aside to speak privately.

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr…”

“Waterbury. I’m Mr. Waterbury but you can call me Stanley.” He shook hands with the doctor, “Look, I think there’s something wrong with that boy…you know…in the head. I’ve known him since he was a very young man, and he’s never acted like that before. Could it have something to do with the medicine that he’s taking?”

“I see. Can you describe his behavior for me, Stanley?” The doctor asked with a click of his pen, taking a pad and paper out of his coat pocket.

“He was talking- no, rambling on and on. He’s not a quiet boy, but he’s always liked to keep how he’s feeling to himself. He got into a fight, as you know, and every time I say the name of the boy he got into a fight with, the beeping heart thing beside his bed goes bonkers!”

”I heard about the heart rate part from one of my coworkers.” The doctor added, scribbling notes down on his paper.

“That’s not all. He started talking about some…monster that he saw before he passed out at the rink. His eyes were wide, and crazy. He just…doesn’t seem okay.”

”A…monster?” The doctor seemed puzzled.

”Yes! He said it was tall, and had long arms, and a suit…or something like that. He’s really not one to believe in ghost stories. I guess it could have been the seizure, but I just don’t know, doctor…”

”He stopped taking painkillers for the muscle cramps around 10 hours ago, but I supposed there could be some lasting effects. They wouldn’t cause something as severe as what you explained, that is of course, if everything you told me was true.” The doctor thought out loud, “How about I give one of my colleagues at Lakewood State Hospital a call?”

“Lakewood?” Stanley asked with an anxiety riddled tone, “You think he’s crazy?”

“No sir, I don’t. I know a very skilled, and professional psychiatrist that deals with patients, like Jeff, who have endured challenging, or traumatic experiences. He can access Jeff’s mental health, and check on how he’s doing. I was actually going to suggest that anyways, considering what Mr. Hayden from ECU told us about Jeff’s recent history.” Stanley nodded solemnly, and a silence fell between the two.

”Oh, speaking of Mr. H,” Stanley sighed, “I need to tell him about his hockey team. That poor boy is gonna be heartbroken.”

“I would suggest waiting until. He isn’t in a good headspace to receive such bad news.” The doctor suggested, scribbling down a number on a piece of paper and handing it to Stanley, “This is my colleague, Dr. Harrington. Give him a call. He would be happy to book an appointment for Jeff.” Stanley ran his hand across the back of his head, his silver stubble scraping against his calloused palm.

”Alright. Thank you, doctor.”

“Anytime. If you have any more questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to ask.” With this, Stanley and the doctor came back into the hospital room where Jeff was lying down and answering the doctors’ questions.

Stanley didn’t know if it was because of Jeff’s behavior, his story, or the insane look in his eyes, but he had a bad feeling. He was worried about Jeff, and wondered what was yet to come.

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For the next 3 days, Jeff rotted in the hospital bed, and was asked the same redundant questions every day. They checked for tumors all throughout his body, they checked his family history, they ran ECGs, blood tests, toxicology screenings, and they drug tested him. Nothing. Not a single abnormality. Jeff was a completely normal boy. Once the doctors couldn’t find the answers they were looking for, Jeff was given various medications and told to drink lots of water. He was then discharged and sent back home.

The car ride home was painfully silent with apprehension. Jeff’s stepmother and father didn’t speak a word to him. They were obviously upset, but Jeff couldn’t understand why. Their son had been in the hospital for three days, and they didn’t even bother to call, let alone visit him. When they came to pick him up, they didn’t give him so much as a hug. Jeff wore a gray crew neck and scrub pants provided by the hospital, because his parents didn’t bother to bring him a change of clothes. The silence hung over the car like a dark rain cloud, until Jeff’s father broke it.

“This new town was supposed to be a fresh start for our family, and you and your brother have done nothing, but make it more painful.” His father snapped through gritted teeth. Then, his stepmother chimed in,

“You know, I wanted to make friends with some of the other families in our neighborhood, but we won’t be able to do that anymore, will we?” Jeff was floored by both of their statements, but he wasn’t surprised. If it wasn’t obvious that all his parents cared about were their images, it was now. But still, Jeff remained silent. He wanted to speak. He wanted to tell his parents everything that he felt about them, but he did. Some unseen force beckoned him to see what else they would share if he just stayed quiet,

“The medication was weird enough, but a shrink? I was backed into a corner to make an appointment with that Dr. Harrington by Stanley, and your doctors. Did you know that, Jeffery? You think I wanted to do that? What do you think everyone else in our neighborhood thinks about that, huh? That there’s a psychopath in town?” Jeff stayed silent, his rage very present, but quiet. It almost felt like his body was on autopilot, and he was watching everything he did, but not responding to it by his own volition. He was in the passenger's seat of his own body.

“Suspended from school your first week in. Ridiculous. Absolutely Ridiculous.” His stepmother shook her head in disappointment. This was news to Jeff. He sat up a bit, and looked at his father through the rear view mirror.

“Suspended?” He asked weakly.

“Ha! I wondered where you were! Yes, Jeffery. Suspended. No more school for two weeks.”

”Why?” Jeff questioned, as his stepmother sighed and shook her head more,

“You don’t remember assaulting Randy, Jeff? How you beat that boy nearly to death? Does that ring a bell? Mr. H’s job is on the line now because of that. Because of you, Jeff.”

“I assaulted him, huh?” Jeff thought, hugging his chest.

“Well, I suppose one good thing came from this. You got kicked from that stupid hockey team. Now you actually can do something productive with your free time.” Jeff’s world stopped entirely. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He shot up, his face contorted with vexation.

“WHAT?!” He demanded, his father chuckling and sighing out,

”Oh yeah. They don’t believe that you’re stable enough…you know…in the head.” His father gripped the steering wheel at 10 and 2, “Quite frankly, we agree.” He added. Jeff felt his soul shatter. The thing he loved, his passion, his escape, had been ripped from his hands just like that. It dawned on him that he now had no school, no friends, and no hockey.

“I think it’s time you let go of your silly dreams, Jeff.” His stepmother admitted, turning to face her son. That haze was back. That sick, twisted anger. That hatred and unadulterated rage, pure and sickening, “Your father and I think it would be best if…you shadowed at the firm.” Jeff’s jaw dropped. There was no way his parents were serious.

“Y-you’re joking, right?” Jeff begged, his father scoffing,

“Jeff, you know damn well that playing in the NHL isn’t a real job. Hockey is barely a real sport, its-its just a game. You should come with me to work, and try something new, son.” Jeff was at a loss for words. He felt hot tears welling up in his eyes. He aggressively wiped them away, as he would rather die before he gave his parents the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

“I…I can’t-“

”No. No Jeff. I’m sick of all of the damn games that we’ve been playing for the past 17 years. It’s time you get your head out of the clouds, and get a grip. It’s time that we become a real family. Whether you like it, or not, things are gonna change around here.” Jeff leaned back in the car seat, and felt defeated. Everything that he had worked for, sweat for, cried for, literally bled for. He was watching it all go down the drain.

He turned his body towards the car window to watch the treeline pass behind them. His father continued to ramble on about being a lawyer. Jeff wasn’t listening. He didn’t have the energy to fight. He fell into bitter silence for the rest of the car ride.

You’re still here? WHAT??? Thank you!! You’re halfway there!

[dognonsense]

Link to digital version of the ECU art show!!

Art show

[doughguts-art]

Okay okay back with more Bandit questions and observations now!!! Hi!!! First off, what's the model of his gun? Literally just curious, really doesn't mean anything unless I feel like drawing it lmao. Secondly, what's his thoughts on the people in power/the guardians + the queen (I'm lumping the Judge into the guardians)? You said he won't work when he can survive well on his own, but does his dislike stretch out to even wishing harm on the guardians? Actually, does he know if a guardian dies, their Zone dies, too? How knowledgeable is he on the world of OFF's lore and how it functions?? Thirdly, does he have any friends I should know about? You drew him interacting with Project Goldfinch/Just Finch to break up the text in my first ask, what's their relationship? Does Bandit scam him to hell and back, or do they just casually chat every now and then? Fourthly, I VERY BRIEFLY checked out Ask Bandit and here are some observations I made: Uno, how come you ship him with Red from Animal Crossing? Is it cuz they both steal and resell?? If so, that's hilarious and I love your sense of humor. Dos, when drawing him with Elsen 7 I did not know Bandit currently resides in Zone Three, because 7 lives in Zone One. This whole time I was under the impression he travels through Zones for some reason lol? I guess that's my curse of having a handful of ECU Elsen that do that themselves lmao. Last but not least, not something Ask Bandit related, just generally speaking, would you like to see any future doodles I make of Bandit, whether he's interacting with my own OCs or otherwise? If not, I totally get it lol. Sorry if this is too many questions btw!! You're free to infiltrate my inbox with silly questions too if you want, just to make it more fair. Thank you! :]

Apologies in advance, I didn't make any new Bandit art for this post so I'm just linking something I drew in April that I don't think I shared to tumblr XD Answer time!

I modeled Bandit's gun after a Glock?? Kinda?? I didn't really reference a specific model, more like loosely inspired. I probably should create a prop-reference for it, but I haven't yet.

Bandit's dislike for authority does not stretch to wanting to take out the guardians. It would be counter-intuitive to his role as a merchant to kill off his customers by killing off the guardians. Bandit cares too much about profit, and although the guardians are annoying, without them he wouldn't have profit.

Bandit is fully aware on how the world of OFF works, it's inner workings, and other meta things.

Bandit will say anyone is his friend, even if they clearly hate him. Louis would be the only one that would truly think of Bandit as a friend (except maybe my elsen-sona, but they're a mary-sue type oc and should probably not be counted if we're talking in-universe/story lol)

As Finch is the protagonist in my game concept, Bandit will be the merchant selling them items. Finch is distrusting of Bandit, but sees him as a necessity in their mission. I do have an idea where Bandit does steal something from Finch to propel the plot, but who knows if that'll stay in the final lol

Bandit x Redd is a joke ship created by @brandy-elsen (tagging the account it was posted on and not your current account because I do not wanna waste a tag on this I am sorry Brandy AHHSGFG). All the credits to her for the comedic genius. I think you guessed right as to why that ship exists tho. I just drew it for that post because it met the "two pieces of fanart" criteria I set.

Bandit travels the zones, your initial assumption was right. He is only in Zone 3 on the askbandit blog because of the story being told on there. He's gotta refill his stock of sugar manually since sugar happens to be one of the things he cannot magically pull from his pack.

I would love to see future doodles you make of Bandit! I like collecting all the fanart I get and posting it (with credits/links) to his gallery on toyhouse.

I'm terrible with asking questions, but I'll keep your offer in mind if I have any in the future! :D

a dapper Bandit in a suit

[supersonic-aviation-parts]

Signs Your Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter Needs Replacement

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Sometimes, physical damage to the Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter can cause oil leaks. If you notice oil puddles under your vehicle or see oil seeping from around the transmitter, it’s a clear sign that it needs to be replaced. Oil leaks can lead to low oil levels and inadequate lubrication, posing a significant risk to your engine.

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[harapeveco]

im confused, a lot of ppl say that Promise is mlm but others say that they're brothers?? So are they brothers or not?

Oks so the answer to that is kinda complicated but lets say yes and no at the same time, they are Schrödinger’s duo LMAO

Basically when Promise came out it was tied up to a writing contest (I don’t remember all the details about it bc it’s been years since Promise came out but those are the basics) and on said constest you had to write a story about these two characters and to my understanding Eve would be the one choosing the winner and said winner would have their story be a radio drama with voice actors and everything. Think of it as fanfiction treated seriously

In the end the story that won was one where they end up being half brothers (they have the same dad but not the same mom) and a lot of dramatic stuff about it happens that then leads to the MV’s story. Now considering it’s basically a fic a lot of people seem to take this as a hc instead of canon since it’s the ECU and everything goes aside from the fact this is never discussed in the MV so they don’t see a reason to think it’s canon but others seem to agree they are related. I personally like the half brothers take on it since most of Eve’s MVs seem to touch romance in some way (and if they aren’t they are just about a depressed guy LMAO) I don’t think it is an original idea but something different for this fandom but yeh ig if you want them to be mlm they can be but there’s also the chance someone who has listened to the radio dramas tell you that’s not right. Again with Eve media everything is possible sooooooo

Anyway idk if they were meant to be related or not but Eve liked the idea so for now we can assume that’s how he sees those characters

Btw if you want to listen to the radio drama I left a post explaining a bit the situation and that links to those episodes too!

[animeengineer]

I was referencing the things put forth by OP, in order:

Huge wiring harnesses simplified: Cybertruck Guy and Radmad are both wrong, for different reasons.

Current industry standards don't have separate wires for each individual switch or control, either. They group several switches, lights, etc. that are nearby together, run them into a microcontroller, and put that controller on a vehicle bus. Currently that's usually a CAN (redundant, fault-tolerant) or LIN (neither, but much simpler) bus. This drastically simplifies wiring harnesses.

The main thing Tesla has done is change the DC voltage for that bus from 12 V to 48 V nominal. Since power is voltage times current, and wire thickness is dependent on current, this cuts about half the copper mass out of the power lines in the harness. The other (data) lines were already using smaller wires. The industry has been flirting with a 48V bus for around two decades by now; Tesla just went and did it and dealt with the engineering problems when they popped up. And this is a rare case where "they're a bunch of Silicon Valley nerds" may have helped: datacenters have been using 48V DC for in-rack power delivery for decades, so they had more familiarity with it than Detroit.

They've also adopted single-pair Ethernet (1000base-T1) for the high-speed entertainment data links. This technology has been in the industry since late 2016. It's usually integrated directly onto the custom ICs in ECUs. I remember another thread like this with a tweet where someone was complaining about the fragility of RJ-45 plugs and how that's disqualifying for a vehicle, and he's right, but single-pair Ethernet does not use those jacks; it's integrated into wiring harnesses with everything else.

Astronauts laded on the moon with altitude markers hand etched on the window: That was a backup system dramatized by the Apollo 13 movie. They had an inertial navigation system, like aircraft do, as their primary navigation.

Oh, and it's attitude, not altitude. Very different concepts that folks should not mix up.

Can't get a rocket off the pad without blowing up: Neither could NASA their first few years. Meanwhile SpaceX had 98 successful orbital flights last year, and they can reuse their boosters (the record is 18 times). But that's way off topic.

Tesla Model Y broke: It's not news when non-Teslas lose power steering, apparently. And I've had cars that took many more than three appointments to fix. We can throw around anecdata all day.

Series wiring like Christmas lights: Come on, you've got no basis for that.

It's like the Titan sub: Sigh. Really?

Okay, now to the RDN link:

the vehicle’s angular design and stainless steel body could pose danger to other road users

Absolutely true. Also true of almost every luxury pickup truck on the market. One example:

I'm all for figuring out some kind of regulatory regime to rein this in. Or maybe a modification of liability rules and increased insurance coverage minimums.

“The big problem there is if they really make the skin of the vehicle very stiff by using thick stainless steel, then when people hit their heads on it, it’s going to cause more damage to them,”

True, but it's not that thick or stiff; the speaker was speculating. Other have pointed out that "we shot it with a Tommy gun" is a lousy test because the bullets are rather low velocity. If you watch the side impact crash test, you can see the side panels visibly flexing.

And right after that, an IIHS rep said, “IIHS hasn’t evaluated the Cybertruck. The discussions we’ve seen so far appear to be based on speculation. I would add that our experience with Tesla is that they aim for the highest safety ratings in IIHS tests. We have no reason to expect anything different with the Cybertruck.”

The biggest problem with Teslas, from insurance companies' perspectives, has been that airbag-deployed collisions tend to result in totaling the vehicle more often than in other cars. Occupant safety, on the other hand, seems to be better than average. We've seen people walk away from their Model 3s after they got T-boned by speeding pickups (60-ish MPH in a 30 zone). We know this from accident reconstruction and camera data.

There's a linked video in the article comparing the Tesla Cybertruck collision to a Dodge Ram 1500. There are several others like it on YouTube (I saw one that had six trucks in it, all synced up). They all have the same flaw: they're comparing different crash types. The Cybertruck is doing a full frontal crash, where you drive the vehicle into a solid, immovable wall, while the others are moderate overlap crashes, where the hood goes over the obstacle and only the left 1/3 of the vehicle is obstructed, so the engine can deflect to the sides instead of going into the firewall and then the passenger compartment. The Cybertruck, of course, does not have a large engine in that space; it's mostly cargo storage. And we can clearly see it crumpling and the front wheel moving outward instead of back into the passenger compartment, like practically all cars do now.

(Some folks like to point out how the rear wheel breaks away, too: this is expected because it's a steering wheel, since the Cybertruck has four-wheel steering, and uses the same suspension technology as the front, instead of connecting the rear wheels more directly to the rear axle like most vehicles. Not completely directly, though, like the Chevy Corvair's swing axles. In any case, kinetic energy breaking the rear wheels off like that is energy that isn't compromising the cabin.)

The article addresses the "lack" of crumple zones:

Samer Hamdar, a George Washington University auto safety professor, told Reuters that while a lack of crumple zones concerned him, there could be other factors that accounted for it. “There might be a possibility of shock-absorbent mechanism that will limit the fact that you have a limited crumple zone,” Hamdar said.

I'm not going to speculate about crumple zones beyond the above ("the cargo area collapses, taking some energy with it; we have to see if that's enough to call a crumple zone, but it's not nothing") until someone tears one down and documents it. But crumple zones aren't the only means of keeping kinetic energy out of the passengers.

The rest of the article goes back to concerns about pedestrian safety, which seem to be the main substantive concern, and is noted at the end of this video:

And again, pedestrian safety is an industry-wide problem. We need another Ralph Nader, but demonizing Tesla alone (god it's so easy, Elon is such an asshole) only gives cover to the rest of the industry. And none of the tweets in OP's post spoke of this.

[hiroin-2]

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Key Fobs: Weak Links in the Digital Chain

Cars and their so-called "smart" systems are riddled with flaws—security theater wrapped in convenience. Key fobs? They're just another exploit waiting to happen. Manufacturers assume users will trust their encryption, but I know better. Trust is a currency they don't deserve.

Key fobs use Remote Keyless Systems (RKS), operating on specific frequencies like 315 MHz—but they're far from invincible. Recording, replaying, or amplifying signals is child's play for anyone with hardware that costs less than a decent motherboard. A simple SDR and some creativity? You’re in.

Most systems rely on rolling codes, pseudo-randomly generated sequences that sync the car and the fob. If a fob gets too far ahead (say, you spam the buttons), it’s desynced, leaving your car locked and your wallet lighter after a trip to the dealer. Fun, right?

But here's the kicker: many cars’ encryption is laughable. Take Volkswagen—20 years of cars using the same encryption key. It's like locking your door with a password written in Sharpie on the wall. Once hackers reverse-engineer the ECU firmware, cloning fobs becomes trivial.

Passive Keyless Entry and Start (PKES) systems are equally stupid. They rely on low-power proximity signals, assuming the fob is nearby. But with a repeater? You can trick the car into thinking the fob's right there, even if it’s kilometers away. No decoding necessary—just signal boosting.

The tools for this? They’re everywhere. Raspberry Pi, Flipper Zero, USB dongles—it’s like handing a scalpel to a surgeon. My favorite? Quantum-encrypted systems that can outthink lesser AI defenses. But even the most basic replay or jamming attacks can leave cars wide open if the driver isn’t paying attention.

It’s not just about stealing cars—it’s about exploiting lazy systems. Cars are just a piece of the puzzle, a playground for those of us who think faster than the systems we break.

Manufacturers need to do better. Encryption isn't a luxury—it's a necessity. But until they learn, people like me will keep finding the cracks. Because fixing their mistakes? That’s where the real fun begins.

Oh, and one more thing: if your car unlocks on its own? That might’ve been me, leaving a “golden fly” behind. You're welcome.

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How do automatic headlights work?

How Automatic Headlights Work: A Technical Breakdown Automatic headlights rely on ​​sensors, control modules, and predefined logic​​ to adjust vehicle lighting based on ambient conditions. Here’s a detailed explanation of their operation:

​​1. Core Components​​ ​​Ambient Light Sensors​​: These are typically ​​photoresistors​​, ​​photodiodes​​, or ​​cameras​​ installed near the windshield, rearview mirror, or dashboard. They detect changes in external light intensity (e.g., dusk, tunnels, or heavy rain) . Example: A photoresistor’s resistance decreases in bright light and increases in darkness, triggering the system . ​​Electronic Control Unit (ECU)​​: The ECU processes sensor data and sends commands to activate or deactivate headlights. Advanced systems integrate with other modules (e.g., rain sensors or GPS) for context-aware adjustments . ​​Actuators​​: Relays or transistors physically switch the headlights on/off or adjust brightness (e.g., dimming high beams when oncoming traffic is detected) . ​​2. Workflow​​ ​​Light Detection​​: Sensors continuously monitor ambient light. For instance, when entering a tunnel, sensors detect a sudden drop in light intensity . ​​Signal Processing​​: The ECU compares sensor data against preset thresholds. If light falls below a critical level (e.g., <100 lux), it activates the headlights . ​​Light Activation​​: ​​Basic Systems​​: Headlights turn on/off automatically. ​​Advanced Systems​​: ​​Adaptive Lighting​​: Headlights swivel with steering input (e.g., RAM 4500’s directional LED system) . ​​High Beam Assist​​: Automatically dims high beams when detecting other vehicles . ​​Delays and Overrides​​: ​​Delay Shutoff​​: Lights stay on for 30–180 seconds after ignition off (e.g., Nissan Armada’s 45-second default) . ​​Manual Override​​: Drivers can disable auto mode via the headlight switch . ​​3. Advanced Features​​ ​​Rain-Light Sensors​​: Some systems link headlights to windshield wipers. If wipers are active for >1 minute, headlights activate regardless of ambient light . ​​GPS Integration​​: Vehicles with navigation may pre-activate headlights in known low-light areas (e.g., tunnels) . ​​Matrix LED Systems​​: Pixel-based LEDs block light toward specific objects (e.g., pedestrians) while maintaining full illumination elsewhere. Note: U.S. regulations lag behind Europe in approving such systems . ​​4. Limitations and User Tips​​ ​​Tunnel Delay​​: Most systems take 2–5 seconds to activate in sudden darkness. Drivers must manually switch lights in tunnels to comply with traffic laws . ​​Sensor Placement​​: Dirty or obstructed sensors (e.g., covered by a sunshade) can cause malfunctions . ​​Regional Variations​​: ​​U.S. vs. Europe​​: Adaptive headlights with dynamic beam shaping are limited in the U.S. due to outdated regulations . Key Takeaways Automatic headlights blend ​​light sensing, real-time processing, and actuator control​​ to enhance safety. While basic systems focus on on/off functionality, advanced versions integrate with vehicle networks for smarter adaptations. For optimal use, ensure sensors are clean and understand system limitations in extreme conditions.

For deeper technical insights, refer to vehicle manuals (e.g., Nissan Armada ) or regulatory discussions .

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Maximizing Performance: The Definitive Resource For Tuning 1

Most of the time, tuning is the first and best step to improve your car's performance without making it less reliable. Understanding Stage 1 tuning, also called "Tuning 1," is important whether you're a car fan looking to make your ride more powerful or a car owner looking for ways to save money on gas. What Is Tuning 1? Tuning 1, which is also called Stage 1 tuning, is the first level of speed improvement you can make to your car's engine. Making changes to the car's Engine Control Unit (ECU) software improves things like the air/fuel ratio, ignition timing, and turbo boost levels, all without changing any hardware. Key Advantages Of Tuning:

1. More Horsepower And Torque The obvious boost in horsepower and torque is one of the best things about Tuning 1. Gains can be anywhere from 10% to 30%, depending on the make and type of your car. These gains will make acceleration and throttle response much better. 2. It Uses Less Gas. Contrary to what most people think, Tuning 1 can also make your car use less gas. By making the engine run better, you don't have to push the throttle as hard, especially at normal speeds. This means you go to the gas pump less often. How Number 1 Works For the most part, Tuning 1 is just a software reflash of your car's ECU. Here is a list of what usually happens: Remapping The ECU Technicians link to the OBD port on your car and upload a changed software map that changes important engine settings. Changed Boost Pressure (Engines With Turbochargers) When Tuning 1 is used on turbocharged cars, the boost levels are often raised a little to get more speed without overworking the turbo system. What To Look Forward To After An Upgrade To Tuning 1 When you tune your car, you can tell the change right away. What you can look forward to is this: Feature Speed Up Before Tuning 1 Speed Up After Tuning 1 Not bad More precise and faster Response Time Delay for Throttle Right away and easily Average amount of fuel used More efficient (if you drive carefully) Feel Stock for Driving Sporty and interesting It's like finding a secret version of your car that was always there and ready to be used. Myths People Believe About Tuning 1 Let's clear up some common misunderstandings: "It Will Make My Warranty Fall Apart." Some sellers let you tune the software without voiding the warranty, especially if you can undo the tune. Always ask the company that made it. "It's Going To Hurt My Engine." Tuning 1 is safe and well within the technical limits of your car as long as it is done by a reputable tuner using tested maps. It Says That Tuning 1 Is Only For Sports Cars. Tuning 1 is good for daily drives, SUVs, and even diesel workhorses.

Filestechnic, brings out the best in any car, whether it's a naturally aspirated coupe, a diesel SUV, or a turbocharged hatchback. It makes every drive a little more interesting.

[professionalautomotive]

Tips To Help You Diagnose Intake Manifold Problems in Your Mini

The intake manifold in your Mini is a critical component related to the engine that is responsible for providing an adequate mixture of air & fuel needed for the combustion process to take place. Whenever there are issues with the functioning of the intake manifold it can lead to a host of issues in your high-end car.

Now, diagnosing issues affecting the functioning of the intake manifold in your Mini before they take a turn for the worse is the key to saving yourself from additional repair expenses. In this article, we will discuss certain tips to help you diagnose intake manifold problems in your Mini.

Listen for Unusual Noises

Whenever there are underlying issues with the intake manifold of your Mini then you must pay attention to any form of unusual noise like a hissing or whistling sound that might originate from the engine bay indicating a vacuum leak that might be linked to a damaged intake manifold gasket or cracked manifold.

Whenever air leaks out through the damaged intake manifold it plays spoilsport with the air-fuel mixture leading to an improper combustion process. The problem becomes evident when you let your engine run on idle and listen for unusual noises around the intake area of your vehicle.

Besides that, it is a challenge to pinpoint the exact location from where the air is leaking from your intake manifold. That is why attempting any DIY fixes is not going to work in your favor and you must get in touch with a certified mechanic who can help in diagnosing the exact leak’s location.

Furthermore, the sounds become completely evident when you try to accelerate or rev the engine. It is crucial to catch them early on because it is going to save your Mini from further damage.

Monitor for Engine Misfires or Hesitations

At times, when driving you might be faced with engine misfires, stumbling acceleration, or sluggish throttle response and often the root of these problems lies with the intake manifold. Whenever there is a leak in the intake manifold or it becomes clogged with dirt, the air intake into the cylinders becomes disrupted.

Most of the time this disruption in the mixture of air & fuel can lead to one or more cylinders misfiring and whenever this happens you are going to feel a jerking motion or rough engine behavior during acceleration. Now, as you are driving a high-end car like Mini, your vehicle’s ECU is going to store the error codes related to the engine misfires.

Upon matching the codes with the issues, you are facing while driving your Mini it becomes apparent that your intake manifold is failing and needs to be fixed or replaced to prevent damage to the other parts of the vehicle. If you delay in taking remedial measures to address the problem then it can completely damage the engine of your car.

Go for a Visual Inspection

Often Mini owners are also advised to go for a visual inspection of the intake manifold in their high-end car. If the system is damaged then a visual inspection is going to uncover signs like cracks, warping, or surface damage. In addition to that, you must also take a look at the gaskets & surroundings for oil residues, coolant stains, or carbon deposits that point towards leaks or seal failure.

Moreover, if you are driving a Mini that is turbocharged then you must look for buildup around the intake runners & flap actuators as carbon buildup often clogs this components & prevents proper airflow. Besides that, the plastic parts on the manifold can degrade over the years due to exposure to heat & a visual inspection can help confirm the problem.

Observe Engine Idle Behavior

Often it is observed that whenever the intake manifold in your Mini goes bad then it leads to unstable or rough idle. If the manifold isn’t sealed properly or develops a crack, then it allows limitless air to enter the engine. Now, this can completely disturb the idle air-fuel mixture & can lead to engine shaking, stalling, or stumble problems while driving.

You might even come across your RPM fluctuating on its own without you having to press the accelerator pedal. These symptoms become evident during cold starts or when the engine is under minimal load. Using a scanning tool would make it even easier to catch the problems affecting the intake manifold.

Finally

The above-discussed factors are some of the ways to diagnose the issues associated with the intake manifold of your Mini. Whenever you come across anything unusual in your Mini, then you mustn’t waste time in getting in touch with a certified repair shop who can help you fix your high-end car.

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A Comprehensive Guide to Firmware Development

In the world of embedded systems and smart devices, firmware plays a critical role in enabling hardware to function effectively. Whether you're developing IoT devices, automotive systems, or industrial machinery, firmware development is the backbone that bridges hardware and software.

In this blog post, we’ll explore what firmware is, its importance, the development process, tools used, and best practices to ensure efficient and secure firmware solutions.

What is Firmware?

Firmware is a specialized type of software that provides low-level control for a device's specific hardware. Unlike regular software applications, firmware is tightly coupled with the hardware and is often stored in non-volatile memory such as ROM, EEPROM, or flash memory.

Examples of devices with firmware include:

Smartphones

Routers

Smart TVs

Medical devices

Automotive control units (ECUs)

Why is Firmware Important?

Firmware is essential because it:

Controls hardware operations: Without firmware, the hardware components of a device would be non-functional.

Ensures device functionality: It manages startup routines, I/O operations, sensor integration, and communication protocols.

Supports software-hardware integration: Firmware acts as a middle layer, allowing high-level software applications to interact with low-level hardware components.

Enables updates: Firmware can often be updated to fix bugs, enhance performance, or add features.

The Firmware Development Process

1. Requirements Gathering

Understanding the hardware specifications and the device’s purpose is crucial. Developers need to gather requirements from both hardware engineers and end users.

2. Architecture Design

This involves deciding on the architecture and communication protocols (e.g., I2C, SPI, UART), memory usage, and timing constraints.

3. Choosing a Development Platform

Most firmware is written in C or C++ due to their efficiency and hardware-level access. You’ll also need:

Microcontroller/microprocessor datasheets

Board Support Packages (BSPs)

RTOS (Real-Time Operating System), if required

4. Coding and Integration

Firmware code is written to interface directly with hardware. This includes writing drivers for peripherals (LEDs, sensors, motors) and managing power consumption, timing, and interrupts.

5. Testing and Debugging

Testing includes:

Unit testing

Hardware-in-the-loop (HIL) testing

Simulation and emulation tools

Debugging tools such as JTAG and SWD are used to step through code and analyze performance.

6. Deployment

Once tested, firmware is compiled and flashed onto the device using programmers or over-the-air (OTA) update mechanisms.

Tools Used in Firmware Development

Integrated Development Environments (IDEs): Keil µVision, MPLAB X, STM32CubeIDE

Compilers and Toolchains: GCC, IAR Embedded Workbench

Debuggers/Programmers: JTAG, ST-LINK, AVR ISP

Version Control Systems: Git

Simulators/Emulators: QEMU, Proteus

Best Practices for Firmware Development

Write modular and reusable code

Follow coding standards (e.g., MISRA C for safety-critical systems)

Optimize for memory and power consumption

Document thoroughly for maintainability

Implement fail-safes and watchdog timers

Secure your firmware (e.g., with encryption and secure boot loaders)

Plan for firmware updates with mechanisms like OTA updates

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Performance tuning is the process of modifying or upgrading a vehicle’s engine control unit (ECU) and other mechanical components to improve performance. This can involve increasing horsepower, enhancing fuel efficiency, improving acceleration, and optimizing the vehicle’s overall handling. The process can be as simple as adjusting the software within the ECU or as complex as installing new parts like air intake systems, exhaust systems, or turbochargers.

In North Vancouver,  performance tuning  North Vancouver by Bruno Automotive have become increasingly popular as drivers look for ways to get more out of their vehicles. Whether you drive a sports car or a daily commuter, tuning can provide a noticeable boost to your car’s overall performance.

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