Monday, November 28, 2011

What is God?

!±8± What is God?

Physics was my best subject in highschool, and generally I am interested in these things. I'm obviously also interested in God, and the universe, and the existence of all things and their mutual interaction between each other. So my thoughts can tend to wander on all these. Below is a theory/story I developed combining all the thoughts above and which would explain what I perceive God is and his interaction with all things.

In the beginning there was God, a spiritual being of energy. A conglomeration of all spiritual energy. He thought, "Let 'us' (this conglomeration of all spiritual life) or me make things more interesting", so he exploded himself, initiating the big bang and converting much of this energy into matter.

The matter and energy exploded outwards from the center, traveling at fantastic speeds. As the particles of matter exploded and traveled outwards, the natural force of gravity and weak and strong nuclear force started to attract these individual particles to one another. And hence the individual particles started to collect together into larger ones. Like water emptying down a drain, the force of individual particles attracting one another and forming into larger particles created a spiral, rotational movement of a larger cluster of these conglomerating particles. In time these spiraling, rotating particles of mass formed into solar systems and individual galaxies. At the center of each solar system (a spinning disk of conglomerating matter) was naturally the largest of its conglomerated masses: the sun. So much conglomerated matter that it's own sheer weight and pressure on its own matter triggers a nuclear reaction, and hence the birth of a sun. Which is essentially matter being burned up into energy and light, this matter propelled outwards from this ball of energy and falling onto our faces, and the plants, and is the source of life energy for the planets which have formed within the solar system. The planets being conglomerations of matter not large enough to trigger the nuclear reaction and become a sun. But the sheer weight and size of these planets is large enough that the weight pressure of matter turns anything below the 3 km thick outer crust into molten lava, or one could say melted rocks. Jupiter, in fact, is so large that it is something between a planet and a sun. It has no hard, outer crust.

The planets have formed along rings surrounding the sun in the centre, the relative distance between these rings and the centre matching the relative distance between frequencies of individual musical notes. This is because the universe, essentially the physical body of God, is a natural and harmonic place. Another great mind of our human history observed that the geometric shapes of subsequently larger polygons (going from the most simple, square box, to a five sided polygon, then to six and so on) fit perfectly within these rings of orbit, starting from the centre outwards. This is further testimony of the natural and perfect harmony of this evolving universe, the body of a harmonious God.

The sun's light energy falls on the cooled, outer crust surface of the smaller planets, interacting with water, to eventually form life as we know it. God says on the first few pages of the bible, "Let plants form, each according to their kind." Sometimes he uses the word 'let', other times 'create'. The word 'let' therefore allows for a certain degree of self evolution, but we do not know how much God is still involved in this process of evolution, do we? I love nature, which I consider the physical body of God, and I love watching it. I consider God a great painter, and I see his lovely magic and artistic skill every time I observe nature, whether it is the geological formation of upheaved sedimentary layer, weathered away over the millennia to form a sculptured mountain, or a cluster of different types of trees spotting a valley. I see this great harmony in nature, down to the very birdies who whiz through the branches of the trees, from one side of the valley to the other. It is a great and beautiful body of God, teaming with life and love. No wonder that the First Nations first inhabitants of North America would talk about the Great Spirit and treat nature with reverence, learning to live with it and not harm and prostitute it like the great White Barbarian. Who follows his own greed and pride to spread out over the planet like a virus, destroying nature everywhere he goes and corrupting the lives of those natives who were living a simple existence, most often in reverence and respect for nature. This greed and pride is referred to as the beast in the bible, the number 666, which is the trinity of the number 6, representing fallen man, one number less than 7, which represents God.

Now as the life as we know it was evolving on our planet (and who can say to what degree there was "divine intervention", as they are now calling it), God was "hovering over the surfaces of the water", which is our humanity, and saw much greed and lust, or the simple instincts that an animal follows for their own self-preservation. In essence, everything was basically meaningless. His initial creation by exploding his light energy into matter evolved as the universe should naturally evolve, but what is the end point? God wanted greater interaction between himself and the forming physical life energy. He wanted some greater purpose to it all than just natural instinct for self preservation of existence. So he took a collection of genes from across mankind and formed Adam, into which he breathed his Spiritual life energy, and this particular man became a "living being". Living in terms of containing the spiritual life energy of God. And the purpose of this Adam was to "work the ground", where the ground is essentially the humanity from whose gene pool Adam was created. The end purpose of it all to bring a message to humanity that there is more to "life" than the simple subsistence of our physical existence, or the gratification of our natural inclinations to reproduce in order to maintain our species.

But man, like anything that naturally forms by itself, is corruptible and prone to decay. Like a piece of bread formed in the baker's hand which becomes moldy when left in the sun and eventually decays into the earth for the worms to eat, so is man's natural character. And hence it becomes a struggle between our natural drive for self preservation, personal gratification and selfishness, and God's greater purpose within the scheme of the entire universe and his initial plan to create it.

On the first two pages of the bible and mentioned twice, God says "Let us create man, male and female, and call them man." Now the Hebrew with which much of the Old Testament was originally written has a number for each letter of the alphabet. Apparently when some people pumped some verses of the bible through a computer, taking into consideration the numerical value of each character within the verses, they came out with some figures where the positive and rhyming verses talking about God and love would add up to seven, where the negative verses talking about Satan and the corruption and natural decay of man would add up to six. I can believe this, considering how great God must be to have created the entire universe and be involved on every level of its creation. Who knows what was in the minds of the great prophets as they scribbled their thoughts on paper? Or the first Hebrew people when they assigned numerical values to the characters they were creating?

When I read the bible I see a web of intelligence and mastery, certain words symbolizing certain meanings, where the meaning of some words is explained thousands of years later, or earlier, and giving profound meaning to phrases using those words throughout the bible. It makes only sense that someone as great as God could easily mastermind all this, from the point when the first Hebrew person was assigning a numerical value to each character of the alphabet, to each prophet as they wrote down their scriptures. I myself have reflected on the thoughts that have entered my head over my lifetime, and have deduced that much of them were already completed thoughts. I did not form any of them from scratch, hypothesizing and masterminding them with some purpose, but rather they came to me as complete packages and I only slowly learned to understand them in their entirety. I did not devise these thoughts but they came to my mind, and I slowly understood their genius as I examined them. I therefore deduced that many of these thoughts were provided to me by God, so why not the same by the holy prophets, whose minds were not adulterated by the greed and lust of common man?

These words of God then get translated into different languages, where English, for example, does not have a word to describe neutral sex, like many other languages do. In several English translations of the bible that I have looked at, all of them would clearly say on the first two pages that man was created male and female, in "our" image, and that they shall be called man. Yet in the rest of the bible, wherever it uses the word man, the assumption is he, as is the assumption that God is a He. How could God be a He anyway? Does he have a penis? And therefore my recent revelation and conclusion that God is a spiritual energy without sex, making things much more clear to me now that I perceive God as both a man and a woman. His patriarchal element with a firm hand delivering discipline out of love for us, but on the other hand the neverending grace and forgiveness of a mother who has nurtured us from the very womb.

And such is God's selfless role in the universe and our lives. We may be unbelieving and selfish bastards, yet our lives may be spared in some car accident. We say, "Boy, was I lucky!", not giving thanks to how God may have saved us, yet God is not disgruntled and continues to love us and look after us.

He watches over all of humanity, and all the animals, and every leaf and blade of grass in nature, painting and sculpting the mountains with his artistic and loving hands, looking over his entire creation with the selfless love that radiates from within "him" (sorry, no word in the English language to describe a neutral sex). Perhaps like a little boy who wants to stay up way past bedtime with intense captivation as he continues to work on his model train set, taking care of every wheel, carefully connecting every section of the track so that the train can travel smoothly, and positioning every tree, house and person so that the entire scene is pleasing to the eye.
And there is yet another aspect of God that I have deduced from the bible. "I am the Alpha, the Omega, the beginning and the end. Through me all things were created." "In the eyes of God, a day is like a thousand years." "God IS eternal life." "I have given you the Spirit as a deposit so that you would know that these things WILL come true." Before I came to this conclusion, I was often perplexed how God answered my prayers. Over a period of weeks, months or years, I would be struggling with a certain issue. I would be confronted with certain obstacles, driven to despair in cycles, raised up again, until finally one day I broke down and prayed something. Something which would be answered if, for example, I received a ticket to a certain theatrical presentation. And as I was breaking down after these many years of various trials and tribulations, sitting there on that bench by the bus stop, finally placing my faith in God and asking for this particular thing; while I was sitting there struggling with my own thoughts and desires, and the submission to surrender myself to the will of God and place my faith in him, I might watch how a fellow would be riding his bike, narrowly miss a bus, and watch how all sorts of other events would unfold, to the point that the man on the bike would show up next to me and say, "Hey buddy, I just had one of those arguments with my wife and no longer need these tickets to the theatre. Want them?", JUST at the moment when I broke down and prayed what God had wanted me to pray all this time. This is just an illustration, but these types of events have happened to me numerous times in my life and I could never figure out how it would be possible that these prayers were answered in the way they were, considering the timeline of events required to make them happen, and the fact that they were answered at the time they were. Until it came to me, from the above lines in the bible, that God is not subject to time as we are. Einstein would talk about how time would bend as you approach the speed of light. Since God is the life energy before the big bang, it makes sense that he would not follow his creation and the natural evolution and formation of matter as we would, like observers watching a particle of matter fly by.

No, God's entity and spiritual consciousness would remain where it is (although we shouldn't even think of it as some 'location'), while expanding at the same time together with the exploding matter, his consciousness in every particle, everywhere at the same time, at the same time throughout all of time. That is why he knows what will happen in our future, because he's already there! That is how he can answer these prayers, in a way which seems so bizarre and impossible from my perspective. Because he already knows WHEN I will break down. He knows my own character from the inside out. So I have grown to perceive God as someone who stands over a pool of water, holding a stick in his hand, and twirling the stick around the water to form it as he sees fit. If he pokes the stick in the water at a certain location and time in our existence, let us say in a Siberian village in 1487, he can already see the outcome of that poke on a particular mountain in British Columbia, Canada, in 1987. Not only does he probably have the intellect to foresee the outcome of that stick poke earlier in time, but he has the PRIVILEGE of experimentation. Perhaps our consciousnesses exist in only one dimension of the universe, where the other dimensions are failed or scrapped ones from the various experimentations of God. We cannot look around us (in our three dimensional space, with our limited vision which only sees the small spectrum of visible light but not, for example, infra red light, or xrays, or sound waves that some animals on our planet can see or rely on) and apply our limited perception of the world to form some understanding of the awesomeness of God. Like for example painting something so absurd as an old man with a white beard dressed in white cotton shards. We cannot even fathom the expanse of the universe, or fathom other dimensions than the three that we see plainly before us, or consider what happens when we travel at the speed of light, or enter a black hole. These are basic concepts to God, for which reason it is absurd for us to try and figure his character, or how he goes about things, or for what purpose, if we do not allow for the possibility that he encompasses all of time, and all matter, and is in every rock, and the farthest reaches of our own conscience.

And hence concludes my general hypothesis of what God must be like, should I even dare think of such things. But why not? It is just part of my marveling of the world around me, and how God must interact with it, and the splendor of God.

I imagine that the stars will eventually collect into even larger and eventually collapse under their sheer weight into black holes, as is happening in the universe. The super large stars, perhaps a hundred thousand times the size of our own, burn out of energy and collapse in on themselves by their sheer weight. The relatively light weight helium and hydrogen has burned off, the nuclear reaction of this burning sending out life energy to the planets surrounding it, until all that is left are heavy particles. The star collapses in on itself and produces such a massive gravitational force that light cannot escape it. It is a profound thought, and who can say what is happening inside that black hole? We can speculate that it connects to other black holes in the universe, that it bends space, and that perhaps we can travel in this way from one point of the universe to another.

Writers and scientists constantly speculate on this issue, or whether the universe will keep expanding or rather stop and eventually collapse in on itself. Or they try to calculate the mass of the newly discovered "black matter", which makes up most of the universe. But I think the answer is quite simple. Anything that explodes itself, turning energy into matter (as physics considers the two easily interchangeable) and expanding outwards, should naturally return back to its original state. The black holes getting ever larger as they continue to suck in surrounding matter, their gravitational force increasing exponentially over time until all matter has been sucked back into itself, the black holes sucking each other until they become one, and we all return back to our creator, whether or not we are already dead, a piece of our decayed matter now a part of some dinosaur's nose of the future, or an atom in a moving river, or a piece of rock on a distant mountain. Including our spiritual energy. All will return back to the creator, as he so mentions in the bible. What we can change though is how we act during the short time of our active lives within the big scheme of the universe. How we interact with God and our environment around us. This is something we should seriously reflect on and not just live to serve our selfish instincts for self-preservation, or the gratification of our fleshly desires.

But back to the collapsing universe, I imagine it is inevitable that it will eventually collapse in on itself. That it is illogical to think that a certain amount of energy can explode itself outwards, converting a portion of its energy into matter, and that any percentage of that matter will continue to float outwards forever, creating space as it does. Time, space and all energy can be wrapped into a single dot before the big bang, so how can we try to imagine space around or outside this dot? Or imagine this dot's location within some three dimensional grid pattern? Where three dimensions wouldn't even exist before the big bang? Lest it was somehow wrapped up within the infinite other dimensions at the same time. Time possibly the fourth dimension, and existing all at once, because there is no space. These are all hypotheses and almost silly to postulate as it is the very character of God or, "What is existence anyway?" Although I am doing it here, aren't I?
But it seems illogical to consider that the matter will keep expanding outwards, creating space as we know it while it does, but rather that any defined amount of light energy which would convert itself into a certain percentage of matter could not keep expanding into the limitless unknown but rather eventually collapse back in on itself. The natural progression of life, with a beginning and an end. "I am the Alpha AND the Omega." This implies that there is an end. And I imagine that the universe will collapse back in on itself, only to explode outwards again, the cycle of life continuing on forever, as it always does.

To this I will end and link to a story I wrote a long time ago and before I came to all these conclusions. About The Scientist who studies the repeatedly exploding atom...


What is God?

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Saturday, November 26, 2011

Star Trac S-UBx Upright Bike

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Sunday, November 20, 2011

Schwinn IC Pro Indoor Cycling Bike

!±8± Schwinn IC Pro Indoor Cycling Bike

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The workhorse of our indoor cycling line offer the same high level offunctionality durability and quality that you expect from Schwinnproducts all while delivering exceptional value.Easy-to-use handlebar and seat adjustments help you quickly determine preferred comfort settingCorrosion-preventing stainless pins can be quickly threaded tight for a secure hold on the sliding tubesCorrosion-resistant frame and finish with new step-through plate that protects finish from cleat damageEnclosed chain guard keeps lubricated parts away from the rider yet offers convenient access for easy lubricationTwo composite water bottle cages hold bottles up to one-liter in sizeEasy-to-turn adjustment knob and natural wool felt pads provide linear incremental resistance Product Dimensions 50L x 22.5W x 39H 127 L x 57 W x 99 H cm Product Weight 117 lbs 53 kg Max. User Weight 300 lbs 136 kg Frame Finish Zinc galvanized and powder coated Frame Color Silver Seat Slider Handlebars and Hardware Materials Stainless steel Drive System Chain drive using forged steel crank and ISIS oversized bottom bracket Smart Release No - fixed gear drive train silver flywheel decal User Compatible Size Range Typically 411 to 68 150 to 203 cm tall MPower Console Compatible NoCommercial Warranty Frame 15 years Mechanical parts 2 years Labor 1 year Wear items 6 months saddle handlebar covers bottle cages pedals

  • Designed to withstand countless hours of intense Exercycle program use
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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Wintergreen

!±8± Wintergreen

As we drove along the dirt road north of our farm one Sunday afternoon, the color of the sky reminded me of Mom's silver cream and sugar servers when they were tarnished and needed to be polished again.

Since morning, the sky had been cloudy, but now at mid-afternoon, the clouds had grown much thicker and darker. Earlier in December we had gotten a little snow. Several forty-degree days had melted most of it, and the landscape was a combination of dun-colored grass, black tree branches and the russet color of certain oak leaves.

Every year in December, Dad and I went on a Christmas tree expedition, and we were on our way now over to what we called our 'other place' to cut a tree. During the summer, I made frequent trips to the other place, a second farm my parents owned that was about a mile away, to help Dad with the haying or just to tag along when he checked on the corn or the oats or the soybeans.

But after school started, I rarely went to the other place, and it always took me by surprise how different it looked in the winter. Instead of green alfalfa and timothy and clover waving in a warm south breeze, what had grown back after third crop was now brown stubble that trembled in the face of a north wind. The fields were strangely silent now, too, without the songs of meadowlarks and bobolinks, and the bobwhite quail which lived in the narrow section of woods lining the road.

We were only about five minutes into our journey when Dad shifted the pickup truck down into first gear and then eased into the field driveway. The rutted track that ran along the edge of the hayfield was so bumpy that a merry jingling came from the glove compartment -- probably a few bolts and washers, along with a couple of wrenches and maybe a screwdriver or two. When you're a farmer, you never know when you might need a wrench or a screwdriver or a bolt.

"Is it going to snow, Daddy?" I asked. Now that we had gotten past the trees lining the road, the sky had opened in front of us again.

Dad leaned forward to look up through the windshield.

"I'd say there's a pretty good chance," he replied.

"How much?"

My father shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe quite a bit. Wind's out of the east. And that usually means we'll get at least enough to shovel. Could be a lot more, though."

When we reached the pine plantation at the other end of the field, Dad turned the truck around, driving forward a few feet then backing up, then driving forward and then back again, forward and back, until we were facing in the direction we had come. He let the engine idle for a few seconds before shutting it off.

"Daddy?" I said, as we started walking toward the rows of planted red pine. "When do you think it will start to snow?"

Dad stopped and tipped his head back. "Soon," he said, "that wind feels raw and damp."

When my father said 'soon,' I was not expecting it to start snowing within the next ten minutes. At first, while we were cutting the tree we had selected, only a few random flakes drifted to the ground. By the time we reached the truck and had securely stowed our Christmas tree in the back, it was already snowing harder.

"If it keeps up like this all night, you won't have school tomorrow," Dad said as he started the truck. He slowly let out the clutch, and soon we were retracing our route along the field driveway. He turned on the windshield wipers, and with each pass -- clickety-snick, clickety-snick -- the wipers cleared an arc through the wet flakes plastered to the glass.

After we had pulled onto the dirt road, Dad shifted into second gear, although when we reached the 'Y' -- where you could either turn left to go toward our farm, or right to go toward the house that had at one time been part of our other place -- he shifted into first gear again.

"Hope we make it up the hill," he said, glancing at me. "Wet snow makes the road kind of slick."

It was touch and go for a few seconds when the back wheels started spinning, but finally we reached the point where the hill leveled off. Trees grew on both sides of the road here, and to the right, a steep bank gave rise to a small wooded hillside.

"Look," Dad said, pointing toward the bank. He inched over to the side of the road and stopped.

I peered through the curtain of falling snow. The bank looked pretty much the same as it always had -- exposed tree roots, patches of moss and bare spots where flat sandstone rocks had slid toward the road.

"What do you see?" I asked.

"Wintergreen," Dad answered. He shut off the truck and opened the door.

Wintergreen?

The first time I had tasted wintergreen, I decided that it was my favorite flavor. Peppermint was a little too sharp, although candy canes at Christmas were all right. Spearmint didn't taste like much of anything. Wintergreen, it seemed to me, was just right. In my opinion, Teaberry gum was the best, with wintergreen Lifesavers following as a close second.

Dad liked wintergreen too. Lifesaver books were popular gift exchanges at school for our Christmas party, and if the person who had drawn my name gave me a Lifesaver book, I would trade with other kids who had also gotten books. Sometimes I managed to acquire several extra rolls of wintergreen. Then I would share them with Dad. I thought Teaberry gum was better than candy because the taste lasted longer, but Dad preferred Lifesavers. Gum, he said, stuck to his dentures.

During the summer, every time I went to town with Dad to grind feed, I hoped he would buy a package of my favorite candy or gum. Not at the feed mill, of course. They didn't sell Teaberry gum or Lifesavers at the feed mill. But if we went to the restaurant for pie while we waited for our feed, or if Mom had asked Dad to pick up a couple of things at the grocery store, I would try to talk him into buying some gum or candy.

Going to the feed mill with Dad was a summertime activity, however, and there were long stretches during the school year when I never even saw a package of Teaberry gum or a roll of Lifesavers, much less had any in my possession.

So what was Dad talking about when he had stopped the truck and said, "wintergreen?"

I stared at the embankment and then at the hill beyond but I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. I shut the truck door behind me just as Dad scrambled nimbly up the bank into the woods.

"It's growing all over here," he said, pointing to the ground. "They've got berries, too."

I struggled up the bank behind him to get a closer look. Underfoot were small plants with shiny green leaves.

"That green stuff is wintergreen?" I said.

My father nodded.

"Like what they use to make gum?"

"Yup. Here. Taste."

He reached down and picked a couple of small, pinkish-red berries, popping one into his mouth and handing one to me.

I sniffed the berry. It smelled like wintergreen, all right, but I wasn't one bit sure about eating the thing.

"Taste it," Dad urged. "You'll be surprised."

So, I ate the berry. It had a strange consistency -- sort of dry and mushy, all at the same time. . .and then my mouth was filled with the marvelous taste of wintergreen. The same as my favorite gum, but different, too. More delicate.

"It's good!" I exclaimed, grinning. Then I frowned. "How come we haven't seen it before?"

"Usually too much snow by this time," Dad said.

"What about in the summer, though?"

"Too much underbrush and other green things."

"And this is really the stuff they use in gum?" I asked.

Dad took his cap off, slapped it against his leg to rid it of snow and then put it back on his head.

"Well. . .they probably don't go into the woods and pick wild wintergreen. People probably raise it and sell it, and I think they might use the leaves rather than the berries, but yes, this is the stuff."

By now the snow was falling so hard it made a hissing noise as it struck the copper-colored oak leaves above us. Unlike other trees, some of the oaks, I had noticed, keep their leaves until spring.

"How do you know so much about wintergreen?" I asked.

"Oh," Dad said, "when we were kids, we used to pick it so we could make ice cream."

I turned to look at him. "Ice cream?"

"Our kind of ice cream, anyway. A little dish of snow with winter-green berries mixed in."

Suddenly I struck upon a wonderful idea.

"I know! I can try some right now."

I took off my mitten, picked a few wintergreen berries and scooped a small handful of fluffy, fresh snow. I put the berries in the snow, and -- well -- I have to admit it was pretty tasty.

I put my mitten back on. "Didn't you have real ice cream when you were growing up, Dad?"

My father smiled. "Sure -- sometimes. Not store bought, though. We made our own with a hand-cranked ice cream freezer. But that was mostly in the summertime. We thought wintergreen ice cream was an awful lot of fun."

Dad had been the middle child among several older brothers, an older sister, and three younger sisters. My grandparents had worked as cooks in a lumber camp in northern Wisconsin in the early 1900s. Many years ago, long before I was born, Dad had made his living cutting pulp wood.

"Daddy? How did you see the wintergreen from the road?" I asked.

My father hesitated before answering. "I didn't see it. Not today, at least."

I stopped trying to adjust my mitten so the thumb lined up like it was supposed to and turned my full attention toward Dad.

"Remember last fall, when the county forester came out here?" he asked.

"Yeah, I remember."

Just on the other side of the small wooded hill was a two-acre stand of tall red pine with a couple of rows of white pine next to the road. Dad said the trees were among the oldest of the plantations in the county that had been planted just after the Great Depression to keep the sandy soil from eroding. Nearly every year, the forester would come out to check on them. One year he used Dad's pine trees to demonstrate a brand new trimming device to foresters from other counties.

Well," Dad continued, "while we were out here, I decided to take a little walk. I don't get much of a chance just to walk around back here."

"And that's when you saw the wintergreen?"

Dad nodded. "I was waiting for the right opportunity to show it to you."

He turned back toward the truck. "It'll be dark soon. We'd better get home. The cows are waiting to be milked."

As we slid down the embankment, I glanced over my shoulder.

Wintergreen.

Growing in the woods not far from my house.

And in that instant, I knew gum and candy would never again taste quite the same.

From the book: Christmas In Dairyland (True Stories From a Wisconsin Farm)
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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Improving the Performance of Your Scalextrics Cars

!±8± Improving the Performance of Your Scalextrics Cars

Scalextric is a brand of slot cars, those little toy cars that race around a groove in a track. They were released in 1960 (You should check out some of the vintage Scalextric sets if you haven't seen them!). So these improvements to Scalextric sets will probably work with most slot cars but just so you are aware they are focused and design for Scalextric.

Now I'm a big believer in you should measure before you improve and in this case it a fun too! So grab some track and build a simple course the cars can't fly off at high speed. Grab to cars and get them to race around at the highest speed. If they don't finish at the same time have a go though a few of your cars until you find two that do. That's our baseline! So do the modifications below to only one car and one side of the track and see the difference.

Now before you go modifying anything make sure you aren't messing with any Vintage Scalextric cars. These can bit worth quite a bit of money in their original form so don't mess with them. Hell, send them to me and I'll send you two new ones ;)

So let's get Modifying! When thinking of how to improve performance in a Scalextric car it's the same as what you would do to improve your own car, better motor, tires, roads etc. In fact if you know anything more about cars than I do (and that's probably likely) then you probably have a few more suggestions that I do so please send them on but here's some that you can try.

Let's start with the car because that's where you can get the biggest benefits. Let's start with the best mod, a new motor. The motor that comes with you normal cars runs at X revolutions per minute (rpm's from now on) but you can get motors of the same size that run at up to Y rpm. So you can take out your old motor and put a new one in. Of Course the fast your motor goes the fast your car!

The next thing you can do is improve the gears. Your normal car runs faster in 5th than 1st right? And so will your Scalextric car runs faster with different gears. Gears change one rpm at the engine to a different rpm at the wheels. Now you can't be in the cars changing gears like your normal one so the so have one set installed. But you can pull them out and install a different set. If you're old gears meant that one revolution of the motor turn the wheels twice and your new configuration means they turn four times then you've just doubled your car speed! Be careful though, your motor only has some much torque/ power so if you gear it to highly the motor will not be able to handle it and your car won't make it up any slopes or worst yet not move at all. It may take a little experimentation to get it right for your motor.

So now you've ramped up your rpm but some of your power is wasted on friction. The only thing you want the motor to be doing is to be turning the wheels against the road (the bit where you want friction) but it also turns the axles and gears against their bearings, and you don't want to waste power here. So you need to reduce the friction as much as possible. You can do this by installing better bearings, which works great but is a little hard to source. You can also add lubricant the existing bearings and gears to reduce the friction. Or better yet, do both!

Just as we tried to reduce the friction where we didn't want it we want to try and add it where we do want it - the wheels. It's not good getting you tires spinning twice as fast if they just skid on the track and your car doesn't move forward. To improve this you can get high performance tires and swap them for the ones you have on. They grip the road better and make sure your rpms are turned into kpms aka speed. Also, normally included in the cars design so there's not much you can do about it, but you can add fins etc that use the wind against the car to push the car tight to the track increasing performance again.

So now you have your car running pretty fast - probably as fast as you can practically make it go; now it's time to look at the track. Like the tires on the cars you want a high amount of friction on the track so the combined grip of the tires and track make for a great grip, the highest friction possible and the no lost rpm's. Scalextric has a new sports track out designed to do that but there is some DIY you can do on your own track. One simple thing you can do is make sure your track is clean and clear of dust. As you can imagine dust on the track is like driving in mud and your car will slide.

Once again you've added friction to the track, now you want to remove it from anything unnecessary. As the car run around the track it runs on a slot. That slot in most homes is a natural place for dust and debris to collect and the car has to push through it to make its way around the track and it loses speed doing that. So clean the slot of the track regularly. I adjusted one of my cars to do it for me, adjusted the gears so it went slowly with a lot of power and put some replaceable tissue around the post that goes into the slot. Then all I had to do was drive it around once or twice! The other place where you can get friction in the slot is the track joints. If joints are lose or don't line up the car to bump a bit as it goes through and this slows it down too. Quite often the metal connector between the tracks bend a bit and creates a bit of a disjoint. Bend the metal back into place and make sure the connection is not loose.

Last and probably least, the power to your car comes through the track to your car. For the more speed you want more power so you want to make sure it is all making it to your car. So check the contacts are all clean and not loose so there are no gaps in the power supply.

Now comes the time to test again. Get the same cars on the track and race them again, improved Vs original. If you don't notice a huge difference (then you have probably done something wrong ;) )I'll eat my pants.


Improving the Performance of Your Scalextrics Cars

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