pressure silencers

The sound from the pressure of the building air is forced out of the barrel... REAL Silencers work by contaning the air and FORCING it into the direction it is needed, to then reach the main premise of going into an ABSORBANT material, ...As you might of seen on my other threads I am putting 2 800 rotax 793 engines in my 2 seat buggy, I had one of these engines in my pilot which worked.Series PD13 Discharge Silencers. The PD13 is a premium discharge silencer for blowers operating below transition speed on which the blower, motor and belt guard are mounted as an integral part of the silencer. The PD13 is designed to facilitate package assembly ... Blowers, motors, slide-rails and belt guards are not included; however special flanges, pressure relief valve connections and special finishes and materials of construction are available at an extra cost. ...Nope, if you stuck them on, they would go over the ring and then sort of float on top of the actual drum pad and MAYBE make contact in the center, where the pressure transducer is that picks up your drum strikes. ...550 lays flat and won't cause pressure points. Another good idea you'll find a lot of sage veterans in aggreement on is replacing insoles with something you won't find at Walmart. Don't ouch the cheap Dr. Scholls crap! ...The magazines use a proprietary and unique design that seems to provide equal spring pressure from the first to the 34′th round. That's a strong welcome departure from the Sten where hands are bruised even with the loading tool. ...2004.5, 6 inch lift, 20 ultra wheels 35x12.5 Coopers, 4 in str8 from turbo, 8 inch dump out, Bully Dog triple w/monitor, trans gauge, scary larry, K&N intake, Silencer ring MIA, 8 bell train horn, tow bags~WICKED CUSTOMZ~ .... Floor It Stage 3 CP3 & Rail Cap, BIG Stix's by FTE, ARP Head Stud's, Springs, Fluidampr, ATS ARC-FLOW, Mag-Hytec, AFE, Boost, Drive Pressure, Pyro, Fuel Pressure, Tran's Temp, Rail Pressure Gauge, GDP Ladder Bars, GrandRock 7" Miters. ...A shot of adrenaline: the BMW Performance silencer system sets your pulse racing. The dual tailpipes made of chrome-plated stainless steel not only provide a sleek, athletic look; the modified exhaust channelling lowers back pressure, ...The goldstar silencer or the Goldie does not have any baffles inside it and the unique shape of the silencer ensures adequate back pressure and once fitted the difference is really amazing. There is no need to replace the bent pipe. ...Back pressure was very light, probably due to the large blast chamber in the suppressor. This weapon hadn't been cleaned for several tours, but rather than clean it before shooting, I shot it first and cleaned it afterward. ...
‘Oh this is too easy.’ Zeke thought as he walked half a block behind the man. His eyes kept the man in view and as they walked into a darker less up kept area, Zeke increased his pace, smelling the air. He could already smell the humans blood. He neared the man and then the drunk stopped suddenly. Zeke did not stop but slowed down. The man suddenly ran into an alley and Zeke heard the signs on vomiting. Zeke cringed. He hated killing guys like these and preferred the women, but there had been no single women in the bar and this guy would thank him. He neared the alley and looked in. There was almost no light, but darkness was his home and he could see perfectly. The man was hunched behind some garbage cans and Zeke walked in to make his kill.
Suddenly the drunk man whipped around. A small black object in his hand leveled on Zeke, and a early audible whizzing noise came and a pain shot through Zeke’s abdomen. ‘He’s got gun!’ Zeke thought, jumping back and evading another bullet. He slipped out of the alley and leaned against the wall. He looked at the injury nd felt it burning and saw it had no healed yet. ‘Silver,’ he thought, ‘he’s using silver bullets!’ Silver was like poison to vampire and was one of a few things that stalled their healing.
“You have had your last meal of humans, abomination!” the man’s voice echoed from the alley.
‘An order solder?’ Zeke thought, ‘he’s still only human’ he narrowed his eyes angry that this human had the gall to attack him. Zeke planned his attack and flipped around the corner
“Now, J!” the order solder yelled, firing a shot that hit the wall next to Zeke. Suddenly a shape leaped from the above building. Zeke dodged another bullet and the falling enemy. He jumped out of the alley and out of the soldier’s firing range.
The shape rose from the ground. It resembled a wolf, if wolves grew to almost the size of car and had forelegs that bent like a human’s. It’s enormous head was framed with a large grey mane and spotted with bright, almost glowing, yellow eyes. It’s fangs were bared in a vicious growl and it was crouched low like a cat ready to leap.
‘A werewolf too? Great.’ He thought. The beast glared at him and Zeke knew there was one way out of this. The wolf leaped at him, his large claws stretched out to shred Zeke’s head in it’s grasp. Zeke slipped forward and threw a solid strike with his palm to the monsters open chest. There was a slight crunch and it flew back, tumbling. The human exited the alley and turned to Zeke, raising the black handgun, complete with a silencer tube on the barrel.
Zeke, while angry, still needed the blood this solder had. As the man leveled his gun, Zeke’s left hand shot out, and a bolt of blue electricity fired from it, colliding with the solder’s gun. He shook for a moment and collapsed to the ground. Zeke could still hear his heart and turned his focus back to the werewolf, who was rising to its feet. “Go home, puppy.” Zeke said coldly. Sparks of bright blue cracked from his body. “Your out of your league.”
The wolf growled and began a slow walk into the street, as if trying to circle his prey. Then it leaped and slashed at Zeke again. Zeke held his ground, blocking the attack, he grabbed the wolf’s head and slammed it into the ground, causing the ground to crack under the immense pressure. In a flashy movement, he drew a foot long silver blade from the back of his belt. He raised the weapon overhead and brought it down the beasts back it’s left side.
The wolf howled in pain and struggled to free itself, but Zeke held it fast and it could not escape. It’s thrashings quickly stopped and it was still. Then, the hair of the monster faded, its wolf face retracted to reveal a man in his thirties, and the body slowly phased back to a human, wearing nothing but blood.
He turned back to the human he had left. The man had risen up and retrieved his gun. Zeke faked to the left and tried to approach on the man’s left but a bullet hit him and caused him to stop. ‘He’s too fast for a human.’ He thought. Then it clicked. “You’re a craft user aren’t you?” He said.
“yep” the man replied, his gun trained on Zeke. “I can read your pathetic mind and know every move your gonna make.” He finished with a grin. “want to just give up?” he pulled a long silver knife from his coat and kept the gun level.
Zeke pondered for a moment. He could leap the wall and take him down, a few bullets would heal in time, even silver ones. The stake would hurt if he connected, and he would’nt. But a new plan was born in the deep reaches of his mind. “you read minds, coorect?” Zeke asked, grinning so his fangs showed.
“What of it?” The man asked, his face focused.
Zeke chuckled. “Then I invite you into my mind.” He spread out his arms and delved into his deepest memories. Images of bodies piled high, machine guns tearing men in half. Cannons destroy the land as arms and legs lay strewn about like straw. The man’s face began to pale and he began to


I have a 1975 Yamaha DT-400. I have rebuilt the engine, and put in first oversized piston, new carburetor, new CDI. The motorcycle can sit for a month and you can kick it one time and it will start. Idles perfectly, then as soon as you take off stutters and stumbles; I have run it up to 5000 RPM and this is the way it runs.
I pressure tested the crank case, it has good compression and I have re-jetted the carburetor. I can set the timing anywhere on the magneto and the motorcycle will crank. I have made it run rich, and have made it run lean and it makes no difference. I also took the silencer off the muffler, have a new K&N air filter and a new ignition coil.

My question is, why will the motorcycle not take throttle smoothly and accelerate?


Some speculate that a silencer for a gun lowers the accuracy and/or range of the bullet, however i would argue back that if anything it should increase both of those affects, by the mere fact that its an extension to the barrel allowing for greater expansion of the gasses and creating more pressure and muzzle velocity....im just wondering if its true or not.. haha


increasing the pressure is due to the existance of additional obstacles in the silencer.


Hi
We research to decrease sound of 8 vents ( 2 inches)of 2 deaeratos(4 vents for each deaerator).Deaeratos height from ground is about 19m. 40 ton/hr steam at 210 C & 4 bar & 270 ton/hr DMW inter to each deaerator & DMW exit at 150C.
Pressure of deaerator is 3.5 bar.The valves of deaerators vents is normaly open about 15%.About 5 ton/hr steam lost from
each deaerator.
Here is a question'do installtion silencer for vents decrease sound high effectively & don't increase pressure of deaerators?
(Although installation silencer for deaerators of boilers not customery)
I am grateful for your reply very soon.
regards.
process engineer
M.Jalalvandl


either a 2004 arctic cat f7 efi with a 6" riser kit, clutch kit, BMP stealth pipe, speedwerx silencer, BMP fuel pressure reducer and gauge with 2000 miles. and it would cost $3100

or...

a 2003 800 rev blair morgan edition. it has about 5000 miles but i know the owner and he babied it. also has a rebuilt engine and rebuilt suspension. and it would cost $3300

which is the better deal? thanks


i need to find an airsoft m4 assault rifle with 4 rails on the barrel and and rail for the scope. i also need to find these accessories: a silencer that fits the gun, a granade launcher and 2 shells, a removable bipod that folds forward, a removable foregrip, a laser with an on and off switch not a pressure switch, a flaslight with an on and off switch not a pressure switch, a 4x scope with the right mounting equipement, a red dot scope and a red dot sight, a normal removable stock, a removable adjustable stock, and a removable folding stock, also a sling that fits the gun, two normal clips, two sniper rifle clips ( the short ones that can barely be seen once inside the gun), and one drum magazine.

of course i do not expect all of these to come with the gun and i do not expect to use all of these thngs at the same time, please help me


I live in Ohio. The silencers will not be able to be used on lethal firearms due to the fact that the pressure would shatter the silencer. If you need any more info, ask below then ill post it. Thank you in advance for your help.


The Lips of a Killer
By: John Houlihan


Inspired by the art of robbery and the never ending love of Bonnie and Clyde.


The wind blew her red, shining hair as the car sped down the empty highway. Her beauty was of an angel, but what he loved about her the most; her soul was of Satan himself...the lust to kill made him love her even more. Her eyes were as blue as the oceans of Ireland, even when they are widened with the proficiency and sinful art of murder at her hands he can never look away. Her lips as red as the blood that would coat her hands after killing an innocent, but as lushful as a rose full of morning dew. Their love would live through all eternity and no one could break their chain of endless passion for one another.
She ran her fingers threw her hair as she admired the jet black Beretta that rested gently on the dashboard. Picking it up she felt the coldness of the handle, and the surge of power it sent through her body. As she set it back down, she looked at him sitting behind the wheel of the white corvette, his big brown eyes concentrated on the road ahead. But they looked more concentrated then usual, she knew he was anxious to get to their destination, he was anxious to kill. She rubbed her finger across his cheek, and then through his short black hair; a smile drew across his face as he gave a quick glance at her and rested his hand on her leg. The white corvette's speed increased as it passed a large sign stating : Affluent City next Right
Five minutes passed until the site of the edge of the small, urban town came into view. She smirked as she said,
"How many you think live in this pathetic town."
"Not many, probably around ninty or a hundred."
"Where are we gonna do this?"
"The bank, make it look like a robbery."
"Great, we can get a few bucks out of this."
As the car made it to the main street they continued own until they reached the stale, grey building which stated in large black letters County Bank. The car slowed as it reached the front of the bank,
"This one," he said.
The car continued slowly to the parking lot across the street, they didn't need a getaway car...they wanted the police to come. As they found an empty spot, the engine went from a loud mechanical noise to a low hum until it stopped and began to cool down. She reached into the glove compartment and took out a clean, black ski mask and slipped it on over her head. He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a old, torn black ski mask as well, unlike hers his mask only showed his eyes.
"Why don't you by a new one, that shitty thing makes us look unproffesional.....and it smells like moth balls," she said taking it out of his hands.
"Hey...I've had this thing since the Troubles, we irish republicans take pride in our diminutive possessions," he stated proudly snatching it back out of her hands.
"Trust me, I know...if only you knew my father before the Tans got 'em," she vexed as she took the Beretta off the dashboard and twisted a long silencer barrel on the front of it.
He reached into the same compartment and took out a silver, barreled Desert Eagle and took it out slowly as it sparkled from the early morning sun. He took a silver silencer barrel out of his back pocket and twisted it until a click signified it's fit.
"Are you ready."
"Yeah."
"I love you.
"I love you, too."
He leaned over and before tasting her beautiful lips, he took a smell of her gorgeous perfume that matched the essence of her love. Slowly he kissed her, feeling her smooth skin of her red lips, as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and it massaged the top of his lip.
"Let's go kill," she said as she receded, and locked a clip into her Beretta.
He took the clip and squeezed small silver bullets into the clip until it was full then locked the clip into the monstorous pistol. Simultaneously the doors opened of the corvette opened, and closed with a loud thud one after the other, as he put his arm around her when they met in the front of the car and walked together into the bank.
She opened the double glass doors, and retrieved from her pocket a Peroxide coated cloth and a seven inch bladed pocket knife. Leisurely she creeped up behind the guard, and quickly covered his mouth and nose with the cloth. At first he put up a struggle to reach for his gun, but she shoved the knife into his spine and twisted it as she took it out and followed the motion two more times causing the guard to fall to the ground.
Unknowing the five bankers continued to sign off checks, give money to the customers, and take money in a deposit. The six customers waited in line to talk to a banker, filled out withdrawal papers in the corner, and awaited in soft, cushioned chairs to talk executives. He walked into the center of the room, and finally a young banker noticed the dead guard and she let out a holler, followed by the screams until he shot two silent shots into the ceiling.
"Hey, all of you calm the fuck down until I blow each and one of your cocksucking brains all over the floor," he screamed walking around pointing the gun at each person's head he passed.
He walked over to the first banker on the right. An over weight man, in his forties, and definetly a diabetic. He pressed the gun against the glass,
"Open the fuckin' door."
A buzz noise sounded as the door opened to the back room, and he made his way in while never taking his eyes of the overweight man. As he entered the room he noticed a pin on the overweight man's business jacket, it was a flag of the Union Jack.
"What the fuck is this."
"W-what, sir."
"This fuckin' pin on your shirt."
"I-it's a B-British flag sir, my family is of British d-descent."
"This morning when you put this on your fuckin' jacket...you made the biggest mistake of your life my friend," he stated as he grabbed the handle of the gun and began beating in the nose of the banker.
Screams from the other bankers, as blood began to splatter on the closest bankers shirt. He threw the overweight man to the ground and silenced his gurgled coughing with three shots into his stomach. Then he walked up to the next banker, a young girl probably in her late twenties, long blonde hair, and stale blue eyes. He pointed the gun to her head,
"You take me to the vault, you three get in the lobby...now!"
She slowly walked over to the opened vault, and brought him inside and began quickly emptying the thirty silver boxes into a large bag. As she got to the last box and handed him the bag, he winked at her,
"Thanks, darling," squeezing the trigger shooting her in the forehead.
He gave a look around the vault one more time, and made his way back into the bank tellers offices, them into the lobby. He stopped, he frowned and then slowly smiled.
"Are you alright,"
She stood there blood all over her hands up to her wrists, blood patches staind her bell bottom jeans, in her hand the blade coated in a thick layer of blood. The Beretta lay empty on the carpet, along side all the bodies of the customers, and the three bankers who he had told to enter the lobby. He walked over to her, and put his arms around her as she began to fall to the ground. Her body shook in anxiety and adrenaline, he held her as they sat on the ground, gently stroaking her hair.
"It was too easy," she said as she stood.
"Come on let's get out of here," he was drowned out by the sound of sirens.
Two cop cars pulled up in front of the bank, and out of both cars four police officers pointed their guns at the door.
"I'll deal with these pigs, you cover me," she said taking off her ski mask.
As the double doors opened, she slowly limped out the door and the cops eased their guns back. She limped to about the edge of the sidewalk before two of the cops slowly came over to her aid.
"Help me, they killed my husband...they killed every one help," she hollered.
Two of the cops made it over to her, one put his hand on her back and the other wrapped his arm around her helping her over to the cruiser. She felt the sturdy, wood of the blades' handle and thrusted it forward into the throat of the cop with the arm around her back, then brought it back and sliced across the other cops' neck. The two other cops hollered and opened fire as she dove behind the cruiser of the two dead cops. The double door of the bank swung open, he opened fire and hit the first unaware cop in the arm then in the head, the second cop turned to fire on him but was too late as he emptied the clip into his torso.
He ran over to her, helped her up as they made their way to the corvette. Sirens in the opposite streets could be heard as they got closer, as they sat into the car. He placed the Desert Eagle back into the glove compartment, and she did the same with her Beretta. As she placed the Beretta into the compartment, she retrieved a cloth to clean her hands and pants.
The wheels of the corvette screached as he backed out of the parking lot and into the streets of Affluent. Turning the tight corners of the small streets until they finally were back on the empty highway again. Back at the Bank, a cop crawled over to the cruised and grabbed the transmitter,
"B-14....B-14, four officers down...County Bank. Shooters in white corvette, one female red hair, blue eyes. One male, black hair, brown eyes. Heading in the direction of the highway, road block....road block the county line. Send Paramedics....County Bank."
The corvette sped down the highway, the sound of the black tires on the smooth, flat surface hummed softly. She cleaned her hands and tossed the rag out the window, again she looked over at him. He took his eyes off the narrow road and looked at her,
"Ta tu alainn," he murmured to her as their lips met once again.
She pushed him off her,
"Watch the road."
He laughed and continued to floor the pedal, accelerating the car to it's top speed. An hour went by as the sun got lower in the sky and the time reached noon. The car kept at a steady rate, she slept calmly in the passengers' seat, and the classic rock of Creedence Clearwater Revival played, quietly on the radio as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. They came to tight turn and as they turned in front of them was a long stretched road.
As the road got shorter and shorter from the speed of the car, he noticed the flash of lights. Red and blue, flashing and as the car neared them he took his foot off the accelerator until the car came to a complete stop. He flicked off the radio, tapped her gently on the shoulder and led his hand down her side to her leg, as she opened her eyes softly, she noticed the flashing of the lights. He sighed, and looked at her, she looked at him. For a moment it was as if neither of them had a care in the world, it was just them two together...in love.
"You sure you want to do this?"
"Yeah, we gave it a good run."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
She reached under the seat and took out a black barreled, brown butted shotgun. He turned to the back seat and picked up Heckler MP5 submachine gun, and pulled back the chamber and loaded the clip. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around the left side of her shoulder. Still having it on the right side of his shoulder they both got out of the car together. The jacket covered his right arm where he held the submachine gun, and the jacket covered her left arm where she held the shotgun. As they made their way to the road block she started to limp,
"We give up! The cops back at Affluent shot her, we give up," he hollered as they slowly walked forward.
"Wait until I drop the jacket," she whispered.
They got closer and closer until they were about three car distances away, then they stopped. The cops who were at the road block continued to point their guns in their direction. Suddenly the jacket dropped, she stood up from the limp and opened fire on the police, her first shot hit a cop in the face. He also opened fire on the police, immediately the quick fire of the machine gun took out two police officers. The cops had also opened fire as soon as they spotted the shotgun she was wielding, erupts of over twenty guns echoed throughout the highway.
A bullet struck her in the chest sending her onto one knee but she kept on firing, taking down another cop. One grazed his throat, he ignored the stinging pain, and stood tall firing at the mass of police. She got shot in the stomach than in the leg, and once more into the left breast sending her to the ground. He hollered in anger and became more precise in accuracy taking down three more cops, until he was struck in the stomach three times, than in the chest bringing him to a kneel. He kept firing and picked up her shotgun shooting both strong guns, the pressure from the gun pushed him...trying to keep his balance he continued to fire in rage. A shot pierced his throat as he fell back onto the ground next to her. He kept his finger on the submachine gun's trigger firing blindly as he lay next to his gorgeous maiden. He muscled up the strength to lean face to face with her, gazing into her eyes one last time, he pushed himself forward and their lips met, the taste of her lips was gone now the taste was cold and stale but he would never forget how they once tasted the lips of a killer.


Its not the cylinder head and i have recently gave it a mini service (oil change, air filter, new plugs) new exhaust silencer and its still using too much fuel, i can feel some sort of back pressure coming from the exhaust but i was thinking after exploring everything it could be its either A) lambda sensor (and if this has been gone for a while i can assume i need to replace the cat) B)piston seal worn as both these could explain black smoke and poor fuel consumption. The cat does sound a bit dodgy and the lambda sensor would explain why the idle is sometimes jumpy, i have thought about the timing being out but i think there would be other signs of that. please give me your thoughts...
Its a single point carb injection. I have run "redex" in with the fuel the past few fill up's and it has slightly improved the mpg but not by any great deal. I will check MAP, IAT, TP sensors and the fuel pump & delivery pressure today and see if i can find out whats goin on. I shall get back soon...


ON Shortyusa there an Gas MK23 Pistol thats shoot 400fps but without it it shoots 330fps. Does it really with the gas pressure or what help me out people


I just had a brand new silencer on it and noticed (only because it was so clean), that there was a small amount of a milky white liquid in the tailpipe. Also, the car is losing a lot of coolant. I haven't found any leaks so far (but I am going to get it pressure tested to check for leaks), there is no other sign of a bad gasket (no white smoke, nothing strange under the oil cap, oil is fine etc), does this liquid suggest anything wrong or is it normal for a small amount of liquid to come out of the exhaust? Thanks again folks!


Hi,

I bought this car with a sports silencer. I think it is suppose to have three mufflers (bottles, or boxes whatever they are called), but mine has only one and then it’s just a pipe till the end. It sounds pretty loud.

Is it true that performance actually goes down with this kind of setup (bcz engine needs a pressure to build up in the exhaust manifold) and the car actually consumes more gas (as mind does not give me more than 22 mpg, but I have heard that BMW's give around 30 mpg.

I will appreciate a detailed explanation and recommendation.
Thank you.


Hi,

I bought this car with a sports silencer. I think it is suppose to have three mufflers (bottles, or boxes whatever they are called), but mine has only one and then it’s just a pipe till the end. It sounds pretty loud.

Is it true that performance actually goes down with this kind of setup (bcz engine needs a pressure to build up in the exhaust manifold) and the car actually consumes more gas (as mind does not give me more than 22 mpg, but I have heard that BMW's give around 30 mpg.

I will appreciate a detailed explanation and recommendation.
Thank you.


OKey, first I do apologize from all because it may seem a repeated issue, however I needed a practical guid, I have a toshiba tecra a7 laptop which I have Upgraded RAM to 1GB.
You may know that this laptops come with extra softwares(to manage hdd cd silencer and etc...) which after sometime realy slowdowns the boot up (about 4 minutes), but the majour problem is when I monitor with Windows task manage most of the time no processing and no huge amount of memory is used, and it shows up my computer has stalled!
this also appears in internet explorer too, whenever I use ie after some time it stops responding without any reason, and then I have to switch between applications (alt +tab) a few times to get it back working(common I know it is dumb!)
if I compress in one question, why my computer stops (in bootup and anywhere in windows xp) without any usage or pressure in cpu or memory., and how can i solve it?
also my computer is virus free(kaspersky latest update)
Tnx, I am going to install it now,
is it the same as what msconfig does?
and also could you explain why should a computer stall without any cpu/memory usage or pressure ?(at startup and ....)