The BMW UUC Digest Volume 3 : Issue 85 : "text" Format Messages in this Issue: Re: Kw readings.... Re: Dash Crack Re: Power hp / ps / Kw (was Kw readings.... ) Re: Power hp / ps / Kw (was Kw readings.... ) hp,ps KW,Kw,kW,kW. some old E30 humor
---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2006 08:56:52 -0500 From: "Gary Derian" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, <bmwuucdigest@uucdigest.com> Subject: Re: Kw readings.... Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> OK, wiseguy <grin>. It depends on what hp you are talking about, SAE, DIN or PS. There is probably a few more out there. Gary Derian Horsepower is irrelevant, acceleration is what counts. 300 hp is a nice round number. 223.7 kW isn't. Gary Derian I agree, most dynos read in Kw. and then translate the power into Hp(SAE) or PS(DIN). But Garry I think your off alittle in your calculations. 300 Hp is more like 220.58 Kw. One Kw is equeal to 1.36Hp. ;)) Bye David Bamberg, Germany. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2006 6:33:23 -0800 From: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "Walker, Scott" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, <bmwuucdigest@uucdigest.com> Subject: Re: Dash Crack Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> On the dash?!?!?! That's what the passenger seat is for!!!! Bwahahahahaha! I'm sorry I just can't resist. Pingger > > From: "Walker, Scott" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Date: 2006/03/02 Thu AM 05:28:21 PST > To: <bmwuucdigest@uucdigest.com> > Subject: [UUC] Dash Crack > > Morning all, > > I've noticed a small crack (1/4" long) has started in the dash of my > E34. What is the best way to stop it before it gets any bigger. > > Scott > > Search the ARCHIVES:http://www.mail-archive.com/bmwuucdigest@uucdigest.com > > > __________________________________________________________________________ > In memory of Michel Potheau - friend, enthusiast, founder of the BMW CCA. > > UUC Motorwerks - BMW Performance Fine-tuning and home of the Ultimate > Short Shifter - accept no substitutes! > 908-874-9092 . http://www.uucmotorwerks.com > ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2006 14:33:20 -0800 From: "Curtis A. Ingraham" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: bmwuucdigest@uucdigest.com Subject: Re: Power hp / ps / Kw (was Kw readings.... ) Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> According to recommended practice: - The symbol for the prefix kilo is k, not K - The symbol for the unit watt is W, not w - There should be a space between the number and the symbol, e.g. 1 kW, not 1kW - A unit symbol should not be followed by a period, except at the end of a sentence <http://physics.nist.gov/cuu/Units/rules.html> Curt Ingraham Anal retentive engineer ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2006 17:58:35 -0500 (EST) From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: bmwuucdigest@uucdigest.com (bmw list) Subject: Re: Power hp / ps / Kw (was Kw readings.... ) Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >From Curtis A. Ingraham > >Curt Ingraham >Anal retentive engineer You left out the hyphen... ;) -- Joe -- Joseph M. Krzeszewski Network Operations [EMAIL PROTECTED] Worcester Polytechnic Institute ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2006 17:06:39 -0800 From: test <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: bmwuucdigest@uucdigest.com Subject: hp,ps KW,Kw,kW,kW. Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> The hyphen is optional. Cheers, Michael ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2006 22:34:57 -0800 (PST) From: Brian Ruiz <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: UUC Digest <bmwuucdigest@uucdigest.com> Subject: some old E30 humor Message-ID: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Ahh, the good old E30. Was browsing through my folder of BMW related files on my computer this evening, and came upon this from quite a while back from the "Skip" archive on bmwe30.net. Hope you all enjoy! :) Bimmerholics Anonymous by Paul "Skip" Heagen Hello. My name is Duncan Rimschott. And I'm a Bimmerholic. I'm one of those that never thought it would happen to me. I take full responsibility for my decisions in life, although I also think it may have been something "in my blood" all my life that gave me a predisposition to this addiction. I remember as a boy when most kids at the time were collecting bottlecaps, I had piles of "bottlecap" centers from E30 wheels. Even when my Dad bought me a bright red Radio Flyer wagon, I painted it Cinnabar Red and raced it down a hill until the front end started to shimmy. My destiny was sealed. It was never clear to me why I had this restlessness but I never seemed satisfied with any of my "wheels." One time, I just impulsively replaced all of the hex head bolts on my bicycle with Torx bolts. Dunno why, but it felt good. I was always in search of the Ultimate Driving Experience - I drove Shelbys, Camaros, 'Vettes, a '59 Opal, even a '69 Bug - but it was never enough to fill the yearning. All during my high school years, my desire spilled over into every corner of my life. In biology class, you could always find me dissecting the frog's kidneys. In science class, I dreamed of being a famous inventor, of designing something truly unique and revolutionary, like a profile head gasket for an M42 engine or a center console cupholder, but never got around to it. I joined the military to escape my growing addiction, but to no avail. When other guys were getting tattoos of Harleys, I had the letters "BMW" tattooed just right on the inside of my arm so when I bent my elbow it folded up the "W" and just said "BIM." My first E30 was a 1984 325 with only 10K on it. Of course, the OBC lights were already out, the SI batteries exhausted, the driveshaft u-joint dry. But she was mine. I parked it in my bedroom. My addiction carried into my early marriage, but tragically, my wife and I both missed the signs. She wanted platinum wedding rings, but I insisted on silver. One time, she asked if I would buy her some nice lingerie, something I thought would look sexy. So I ordered an E30.net t-shirt. I told her she had nice roundels, but somehow she seemed disappointed. I was there, of course, for the birth of our first child, which I thought would finally get me to focus more on the family instead of E30. I was so proud to hold my son in my arms. I named him "Guibo." We had a daughter later. Her name was "Roundel." It was hopeless. Things continued to go downhill. I had insomnia and would try to go to sleep by counting sheepskin seat covers. My wife would get annoyed and ask me what time it was and I would rush out to my E30 and crank it up just to check the time on the OBC. Of course, you usually can't read the OBC anyway, so I spent a lot of nights in my car. I buried myself in chores around the house to distract me from my growing preoccupation with E30s, but no little avail. I found a way to rig up an air flow meter to our home's air conditioning system. I lowered the springs on my Dad's LazyBoy rocker. I wanted more speed out of my desktop computer, so I installed a JC chip in the motherboard. You get pretty good at hiding this problem from your family, friends and neighbors, but I drop the façade after a while to sate my appetite for this obsession. I installed a short shifter and free-flow exhaust on my lawn tractor. I would run around the yard in tight ovals with my gas-powered leaf blower. My son's Radio Flyer wagon (now painted Cinnabar Red) had a sway bar and a three-spoke steering wheel. I welded an M3 rear deck spoiler onto our weathervane on the garage and converted our TV antenna to one that rose automatically when the TV was turned on (of course, it only went up halfway). I converted all of our light switches in the house to power window toggle switches (which of course meant that our lights frequently did not work). My furnace sported a K&N filter and my hallway thermostat was backlit. My family was patient, but it was wearing on them. I fried chicken in 20W-50 synthetic oil. Wired a tachometer to the blender. Installed zero-ohm spark plugs wires in place of the cable TV coax cable. Too often they would open the oven to find that I was again trying to dry out my throttle position switch after washing my engine. But it became just too much for them when I started to feed them kidney beans at every meal. It finally came to a head one night when my wife found me sitting at the garage workbench staring at yet another six-pack of Ventil Sauber fuel system cleaner, my head in my hands. She poured it down the drain and led me gently away, saying: "You don't need that, dear. Come inside and I'll get you a can of Techron." So, thanks to my family and friends who have stood by me, I am here tonight. I guess I will always be a bimmerholic, but I'm learning to control it. Now, whenever I see a bright Cinnabar Red 325is with full ground effects, 16" BBS wheels, lowered springs and blacked out windows and headlights go by at redline with its SuperSprint exhaust roaring, I just have to turn away and ask myself that all-important question: "Geez, I wonder if he changed his timing belt." __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ End of [bmwuucdigest] digest(6 messages) **********
