In 1987, I advertised my booklet Solar Air Car in Mother Earth News, sold three copies and gave the other three
away. One of these copies went to a near-engineer I knew named Tom Kiteley. Tom was a Republican and a Die Hard
Skeptic, but he was trying to be fair when he evaluated my ideas on request at no charge. He said that free energy
devices tend to be unable to function on a large scale, so they turn out to be novelties or toys, and of course
most of them don't work at all. He also mentioned that ORDINARY HEAT PUMPS DELIVER MORE ENERGY THAN THEY USE,
and a quick trip to the library later, I learned that this was true. This was very motivating for me, especially
as the info came from a true skeptic. Many years later, when I told Tom about my one and only UFO sighting, he
was not so helpful.
Around this time I also learned that it is routine to put cold water into a pressurized steam boiler with no moving
parts, using the kinetic energy of the steam from the boiler to supply the selfsame boiler with fresh water at almost
no cost. Fifty years before the Wright Bros, Henry Giffard was the first person to build and fly a controllable
airship. While working on his invention, he had incidentally invented the boiler injector, but set it aside for not
knowing what to do with it. The injector—not the airship—eventually made him rich and famous, and
his name is inscribed on the Eiffel Tower. Years after Giffard's injector was being used all over the place,
naysaying scientists were still arguing that it was in violation of the laws of physics.
The funny thing about the boiler injector is that it is only 3% efficient, while the system it is part of is nearly
100% efficient. That's because whatever energy it can't use to pump water is just returned to the boiler unused.
In 1988, David London set up a three-way conversation between us and an old man named Albert J McDonald. McDonald
told me about an inventor he had known named Bob Neal (1891-1970), who had built a special valve that
allowed an air tank to be kept full for free. He said that the valve could somehow build up pressure so that
energy in the air itself would push its host air into the tank. Neal had passed his torch to McDonald, and
McDonald had promised to get the machine to the public somehow. McDonald had seen a newspaper article and
picture of the machine. David London found the obscure little patent so I ordered a copy for $3 and waited the
usual 7 weeks for it to arrive from our ever-efficient US Govt in Washington.
I saw that the patent did in fact state that the valve made it possible for the compressor to work under a
slight load, resisting only 15 pounds pressure, while maintaining an air tank at 200 psi. I couldn't imagine
exactly how a double check valve could do such a thing, but somehow I KNEW that it involved the transformation
of pressure to motion and back again, as per the Bernoulli effect. So in some way, the Neal valve had to be a
kind of injector without the need of a drive jet; a two-port injector. In and out ports only, no drive jet.
Because the air itself contains energy, and that energy is adequate for the air to somehow be made to compress
itself into a tank. Let's pretend that my KNOWING of that pressure-to-motion-to-pressure-to-motion transformation
was Channeled from the Infinite Intelligence that is running around loose in the universe. Since people don't
bother to use my name when they quote me, I don't have to worry about them ruining my "sterling" reputation by
quoting that "channeling" crack either.
McDonald charged me with getting Neal's knowledge to the public somehow, and paid some of my bills, bought equipment for experimentation, and somewhat later gave me a place to live when I found I could not channel bread and cheese into existence, found me a job, let me use one of his cars, and in general kept my head above water till I found my dream job and got my own place. He was also a ranting, raving racist, so I didn't follow him to the end of his days, but probably should have, for what he had done for me. I just hate racism, but I loved Mack in spite of his faults, especially when he made up his own cuss words.
When I had first obtained Neal's patent, I gave a copy to my landlord to read. He was Irwin Koff, a retired
mechanical engineer. He was a Jewish fella and he and his whole family were tax protesters and Constitutionalistic
Patriots. They taught me that money is made from thin air, but Irwin was a sensible engineer and didn't believe
that energy could be made from thin air. So I was shocked to learn that he believed Neal's invention would
actually work. He told me the working principle was similar to pulsejets (which I had to go to the library to
look up), and that the secret of making it work would be tuning. Pipe lengths, valve spacing, that kind of thing.
Irwin and family have since been pummeled to dust by the IR&S but in spite of their disappearance to an island
somewhere in California, they deserve credit too, for telling me about the acoustic power connection, which then
became a large part of my large catalog of information about air possibilities.
Early in the Neal research, McDonald gave me the phone number of Floyd Neal, the inventor's son. I interviewed Floyd and was able to determine to my satisfaction that the machine did in fact make extra air and was not powered by anything but the air that was running through it. Floyd also added a key detail that was left out of the patent, by informing us that the valve was associated with a tapered section of pipe. In acoustics this is called a reverse cone. They put them in hearing aids, to attenuate high pitched screeching so people can hear what is being said to them.
Now backing up a little to 1870, a famous Scottish scientist named James Clerk Maxwell published everything we
needed to know about free compressed air as the flowery epilog to his classic textbook called Theory of Heat.
He said all we had to do was find a free or very very cheap way to impose order on the EXISTING motion of air
molecules so that an air engine could be run off of high pressure zones while exhausting into low pressure zones.
In a 1987 article, "Demons, Engines and the Second Law" (Nov. 1987, p. 108), Scientific American magazine
informed us that Maxwell's "demon" was not a violation of the
2nd law of thermodynamics because the atmosphere is heated by the sun, thus not a closed system.
Then (1990s) I discovered that the air and thermodynamics textbooks had been changed. It was no longer common
knowledge among the engineering world that ALL COMPRESSION WORK IS LOST AS HEAT. I had seen this in old books
for years and finally I asked myself, what the implication of this could be. Well, obviously, it means that
compressed air could be, and should be, obtainable for free. So evidence in support of the claims of Heaton,
Truitt, Neal and dozens of other inventors was piling up and piling up. Instrumental at this time in keeping
me motivated was a fellow researcher named Del Unruh, who wrote me hundreds of letters and paid for some of my
experiments. Last time I heard from him, he was being given the opportunity to purchase a real free range air
car and disappear to Ethiopia in search of his soul mate.
But long before this, I had told Del the woeful tale of how I kept ordering the Neal patent wrapper or background
correspondence file from the patent office in Washington DC, and they kept claiming that the file was lost. Del
got busy and found someone who was able to get the patent office to take the request seriously, and because of
Del's patience and fortitude, we now have a copy of this file to study and misquote at our leisure.
At one time during the golden age of my dream job, I had a crush on a woman who owned a bookstore with metaphysical
leanings, and I attended an after-hours discussion on dreams at her store one night. Afterwards, to avoid joining
the general swarm of admirers surrounding this thoroughly well-liked bookshop owner, I stayed in my chair and
managed to start a conversation with the fella sitting next to me, an older guy in his 50s. I told him about
Bob Neal having found some way of loading an air tank against little resistance, and without hesitation, he said,
"You mean with check valves?"
Naturally, I was speechless, which in real life is my normal condition, and sooner or later he gave up waiting for
me to say the next thing and left. But at that moment was born in my mind the knowledge of a Rural Legend. This
thesis states that at one time, what Neal knew was known by many, passed on by word of mouth, and I was just
a relatively ignorant link in that chain. The son of a long-gone air train inventor has recently suggested
(by channeling) that this information about self-acting pumps came from the ancient Celtic people, once
conquerors of Europe who have now been pushed into portions of the British Islands, Brittany, and the Appalachian
Mountains. Be that as it may, the Rural Legend explains why inventors of free range air cars pop up in geographical
clusters, why one inventor will be found living a block away from another inventor's landlady, why the mother of one
inventor grew up next door to the grandfather of another inventor, etc.
My dream job (mid-1990s) finally ended a couple years after my boss sold the company to someone who couldn't
stand me and my big mouth, and off I wandered to re-experience the final creeping erosion of the notion that
I could function as an independent breadwinner. No, I don't want your pity, I want your money, just send me
some! As a result of nationwide financial collapse that started with the gas crisis of 1972 and the resulting
buildup of all money in few hands, I later left the US so I could afford to eat. I am happy living in Asia but
had to give away a large collection of compressors, air motors, special Neal tanks, and other equipment. My
only air pump is now a bicycle pump, wanna borrow it? Please remember to BRING IT BACK!
Not long before I purchased the old Honda air engine from the University of Washington that had originally been
built by engineer Paul Trentham to continue the air car project started by my acquaintance Terry Miller in Joplin,
Missouri, I was talking to an old friend long distance and complaining that if I couldn't find a roommate I was
gonna be living in my pizza delivery wagon. My friend told me that our guardian angels are watching out for us
and always come through in the nick of time, which I considered a bunch of bunkola, but I was polite to my friend
and listened to what she had to say. When we hung up, I had yet to get my hand off the phone when it rang again,
and the person on the other end, Drew Wood, was oddly enough (and yes, he was odd) an inventor and air researcher
who was looking for a place to live. It turned out his area of interest was the filtering of breathing air for
classrooms, hospitals and the like. He moved in, pampered me through a rough patch financially, saw me get ahead,
encouraged me greatly as I was able to buy a computer and create the first version of Air Car Access Dot Com, and
to his great credit, he wordlessly taught me how to give up smoking cigarettes just as I was starting to have
nightmares about my failing lungs, and for that very reason I am still here to spew these very words. Thanks,
Drew! And then he disappeared into the mists of time, never to be heard from again.
Speaking of possessiveness amongst sub-claimants of someone else's expired intellectual property, once or twice
during the past several years I have been contacted by a machinist in the US who has built the Neal device and
proved to my satisfaction that it does in fact create a differential pressure in separate sectors of piping when
fed by pulsations from a piston compressor. That is all I know, since I wasn't there to see his successful
experiments with Neal. We call this fella Steve the Machinist.
In the eight years since I moved to Asia, I have written four books: Advanced Bisaya for Beginners (a grammar book),
Compressed Air Power Secrets (about how compressor math works), Air Car Hall of Fame (biographies of inventors),
and You Already Know Calculus. I was just finishing the zeroeth draft of the calculus rant when a stranger
contacted me out of the blue, claiming to be a real engineer who wanted to help me figure out Neal. Well, I
thinks to myself, fat chance of that, I'll just make him wait! And wait he did, while I tried to work on my
calculus book, but I couldn't concentrate. This engineer fella, who called himself Tommy, kept writing to me
regularly, to patiently remind me that he still wanted to help me figure out Neal. Oddly enough, he didn't want
anything for his trouble, claiming only that studying Neal was his new hobby.
So one day I opened up that nasty pile of notes on calculus and I opened that pile of emails from Tommy, and
looked from one...to the other...from one...to the other...and I was hit by a blinding flash of insight: "I AM THE
NEAL DUDE! And my dream is now coming true. I now have the opportunity to figure out Neal." I have not touched
That was about two years ago. For a long time, Tommy and I worked on a preliminary theory which didn't pan out,
and then because Tommy the engineer is incredibly devoted to his hobby of figuring out Neal, things started to
come together. One day, I said to Tommy, "Our viewpoints need to start merging, as soon as possible." This
signalled a new era of productivity, but then I found that I could not quite believe that acoustic power was
Neal's working principle. I mean, it takes power to compress air, whether piston power or acoustic power, so
tell me, Tommy, within your otherwise great theory that air can be compressed for free by pulsing it in special
shapes and sizes of pipe...where's the meat? Where is the free energy coming from?
Now I am one of those people who didn't appreciate science in high school, so over the years as I studied
compressed air, I had impulsively ignored any topic that I had been exposed to in dull, boring science class.
The science class was taught by Gene Meier, who was also my driver's ed teacher. He was one chapter ahead of us
in the science textbook. It wasn't his fault, he needed to eat, and I liked him because he had saved me from
flunking drivers ed by gently and understandingly talking me into trimming my sideburns so that his boss, the
other drivers ed teacher, would allow me inside the instructionary vehicle.
Well, two of the topics I had ignored as a researcher of compressed air are, "Uncle Gene, where does heat come
from," and, "Uncle Gene, what are air molecules like and why do they zip around so???"
In response to my long delayed attacks of curiosity, our resident engineer Tommy patiently informed me of something
I should have learned ages ago. When molecules zip around at hundreds of meters per second, it is because of heat.
In fact, the motion of molecules IS heat, thus heat is really kinetic energy. And as we all know, the heat of the
atmosphere is put there by the sun, otherwise our air molecules would be lying motionless on the ground.
Besides that, acoustic power is built on the speed of sound and the speed of sound is literally borrowed, energywise,
from the already existing zipping around of air molecules, brought to us by Mr. Sunshine. This kind of helps explain
why anything we say, whether a shout or a whisper, travels at the speed of sound. Whereas, if said only on the
internet, it travels at the speed of google.
This brings us full circle back to Maxwell's infamous Theory of Heat and all the other laudables listed above.
I don't do wiki because I am busy doing Neal. Someone else can be the next Henry Ford and I'll happily sit in the
shade of a tree and wait for free food to fall on my head. But I like it when people give credit to those whose
work made their follow-up work possible. So I want to try and give
credit to the unknowns in the growing infamy of Bob Neal...people like Jonesy, an old street singer
and preacher who said to me one day after a long session of Neal talk with my friends, "All this talk is great,
but when is someone gonna build the damn thing?" That was 1988, and I'm still asking Jonesy's question.