The light turns green.
A faint ‘click’ is heard as the gas pedal depresses. There’s a low drone, a grumble, like that of a disgruntled animal whose cage has been jostled. Sixteen ports inject fuel into eight cavernous cylinders with a force of nearly seventy atmospheres. All while the piston approaches. Smaller and smaller, the volume decreases as the forged iron squishes the volatile concoction. Two – three – four thousand psi is surpassed until the stubborn fuel violently bursts. The flooded cylinder barely has time to burn before it is forced out.
Driven by 7.3 liters of controlled chaos, the waste exits, twisting and forcing its way toward an exit. The groan continues to build as the exhaust gases slam against the turbine. Slowly, the huge blades begin to spin, allowing the mounting hot gases to pass. Their trip continues, slowing for bends and joints in the restrictive pipe. An exit. Black smoke belches from the five-inch pipe, resembling a coal furnace catastrophe. The computer searches frantically for a stoich’ balance, as a cloud of unfiltered global warming forms outside.
The turbo machinery can be heard coming to life. A low whistle slowly builds. Higher and higher, the pitch increases until the mechanical snail is at a deafening scream. 3000 rotations per second slice and force air into the cylinder at some three bar of pressure. The computer manages to find the magic ratio and the particulates cease to emit, replaced instead by 700 degree exhaust fumes. ||
Yeah…I don’t think this is going to go anywhere. Mainly, because I don’t know how to explain a torque converter.
Damn it, now I still need a final project for my writing class.
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