Auto Safety Engineering versus Marketing

A link to a spectacular crash video has been circulating on the web that shows an BMW M3 racing on the Mid-Ohio Sports Car Course fly up into the air and do eight “end-o’s”, completely destroying the front end and spraying its fluids as it goes.

The safety in these race cars is highly regulated now with roll-cages, five-point seatbelts and the infamous HANS Device. This video gives an idea of why these enhancements are necessary.

But even more to the point, here is an interview with the driver, Joey Hand, after the accident:

When it was all said and done, I came to a stop upside down. I was still in the seat, and the first thing I noticed was my right shoe was off. I blew my right shoe off and my right glove somehow. I unbuckled myself and fell down out of the car onto the roof. There was fuel running down my back and into the roof of the car, and oil and stuff. The corner workers were yelling to get out of the car because it was going to catch fire, and I couldn’t get out because my HANS device was stuck in the window net, and the window was smaller than normal.

I went back in and tried to get my helmet off and then they called me back out again, and then they finally got me out with my HANS and everything on. I just climbed out and laid against the wall. We were too close to the car, still, so they dragged me up the way and worked on me from there.

Right now, I’m just pretty lucky, I think. When I was hitting every time, I thought it was sure that I was going to have broken legs and arms and stuff. But right now, all I’ve got is a badly-bruised right elbow and really sore back and neck, left foot, right groin and things like that hurt.

All-in-all, I can walk up and down pit lane and I really did not think I was going to be walking. I didn’t think I’d walk out of the hospital last night, for sure. I got out of the hospital at about 1:00 in the morning and went straight to Steak ‘n Shake and got myself a chocolate shake and a double Steak ‘n Shake burger with fries and chili.

You have to watch this video and then marvel at the safety engineering.

The Driver gives even more credit to the teams that implemented the safety devices:

Number one, right from the get-go, BMW Motorsport builds these cars with a roll cage in them. They come to PTG that way, and then PTG reinforces and does even more stuff to them. Number one, I think the guys at PTG, the fabricators, especially James Stevens, I know for a fact that I’m going to give him a hug, because these guys weld this cage together and it withstood a wreck it shouldn’t have withstood as far as everybody’s concerned.

That’s a big thing, and also the preparation by the Connolly guys. I mean, the belts stayed intact, the seats stayed intact and all the safety equipment stayed intact. If you don’t have that stuff, you don’t survive or you don’t come out walking away. The preparation from PTG to Connolly is probably what saved me.

Ok, now on the total opposite end of the spectrum.

I was just reading a magazine and was startled to find an advertisement from Mercedes (for their Tele Aid service) that says (yes, in all upper-case):

THERE’S NO GREATER LUXURY THAN A SENSE OF SECURITY.

My first thought is with the race-car driver. Did he have a sense of security that allowed him the luxury of driving at such high speed? Can a sense of security really be the greatest luxury?

And then it hits me…this is total nonsense. Absolute BS about security that can actually be harmful by changing driver behaviors for the worse.

To prove my point, I think I just need to lock the advertisement executives into a high-security jail cell for a few days.

In fact, I bet you can lure them into the cell by telling them they have just won three free nights in the greatest luxury suite of their life…

I would have made the advertisement say “there’s no greater luxury than a sense of freedom”, although I think I would be careful to steer clear of the “Hard work makes you free” marketing (e.g. Nazi death camp’s “Arbeit Macht Frei”).

It seems to me freedom is something beneficial that can come from security — the freedom to take risks — but the concept of security by itself does not mean luxury.

The failure of the ad agency to make this distinction is downright scary to me, as it will probably kill. I hope this is not a sign of the times since I would hate for people to think that maximum security detention is a wonderful place to be sent.

Or, in other words, I prefer this sort of real-world data on safety to this shallow propaganda.

Don’t get me wrong, I think Mercedes does a bang-up job (pun intended) with their safety research (who else would put sensors in the front grille to note when the car in front is stopping and bring you to a halt as well?), I’m just sadly disappointed with their marketing.

Do eight airbags really need to be compared to women’s breasts to convey an image of safety?

Makes you wonder if their target market is wealthy autocrats who like large breasts; the type of person who might not object to the idea of a police state since they expect to be the ones giving orders.

And that, quite frankly, is not a good image for security, or for a German car company.

AOL search user data exposed

The news has been spreading like wildfire on the net and people are claiming to have archived the data that AOL exposed. TechCrunch has a blistering review of the situation:

The utter stupidity of this is staggering. AOL has released very private data about its users without their permission. While the AOL username has been changed to a random ID number, the abilitiy to analyze all searches by a single user will often lead people to easily determine who the user is, and what they are up to. The data includes personal names, addresses, social security numbers and everything else someone might type into a search box.

The most serious problem is the fact that many people often search on their own name, or those of their friends and family, to see what information is available about them on the net. Combine these ego searches with porn queries and you have a serious embarrassment. Combine them with “buy ecstasy� and you have evidence of a crime. Combine it with an address, social security number, etc., and you have an identity theft waiting to happen. The possibilities are endless.

Marketers are going nuts over the possibilities, users are calling for a boycott of AOL, and others are just enraged:

If

by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

If you can keep your head when all about you
   Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
   But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
   Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
   And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
   If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
   And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
   Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
   And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
   And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
   And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
   To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
   Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
   Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
   If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
   Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Update in 2019: Kipling in America

Kipling has been variously labelled a colonialist, a jingoist, a racist, an anti-Semite, a misogynist, a right-wing imperialist warmonger; and—though some scholars have argued that his views were more complicated than he is given credit for—to some degree he really was all those things. That he was also a prodigiously gifted writer who created works of inarguable greatness hardly matters anymore, at least not in many classrooms, where Kipling remains politically toxic.

[…]

Kipling was profoundly altered by his experience of America, and that America, in turn, was altered by its experience of Kipling. But you could also make a case that neither was changed enough. Kipling never learned to lighten up—or to appreciate American humor and informality—and America, by his lights, never got over being headstrong and overly sure of itself.

I Am Not Yours

by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love — put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.