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Nicolae Herisanu
Vasile Marinca Editors
Acoustics and
Vibration
of Mechanical
Structures—AVMS
2019
Proceedings of the 15th AVMS,
Timisoara, Romania, May 30–31, 2019
Springer Proceedings in Physics
Volume 251
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Editors
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Editors
Nicolae Herisanu Vasile Marinca
Department of Mechanics Department of Mechanics
and Strength of Materials and Strength of Materials
University Politehnica Timisoara University Politehnica Timisoara
Timisoara, Romania Timisoara, Romania
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Organizing Committee
Organized By
Organizing Committee
Members
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vi Organizing Committee
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Contents
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x Contents
Structural Vibration
Vibroacoustic Diagnostics Based on the Experimental and Numerical
Approach . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 415
Roman Zajac, Václav Otipka, Aleš Prokop, and Kamil Řehák
Gear Shift Investigation Using Virtual Prototype . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 425
Aleš Prokop, Kamil Rehak, Roman Zajac, and Václav Otipka
Numerical Dynamic Analysis of Gearbox Behaviour . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 433
Václav Otipka, Roman Zajac, Kamil Rehak, and Aleš Prokop
Acoustic and Vibration Response Analysis of Heavy-Duty Gearbox . . . 443
Kamil Rehak, Aleš Prokop, Roman Zajac, and Václav Otipka
Application of Friction Pendulum Bearings in Multistory Buildings . . . 453
Irena Gołębiowska and Maciej Dutkiewicz
Spectral Element Analysis of Non-stationary Wind Acting
on Overhead Transmission Line . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 463
Maciej Dutkiewicz and Marcela R. Machado
Composed Isolation System Concept for Vibration Effects Mitigation
on Bridge Structures . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 473
Fanel Scheaua
Research of Acoustic Metamaterials at the University of Szeged,
Faculty of Engineering . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 485
Péter Szuchy
Crack Assessment Based on the Use of Severity-Adjusted Modal
Curvatures of the Healthy Beam . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 499
Gilbert-Rainer Gillich, Cristian Tufisi, Magd Abdel Wahab,
and Codruta Oana Hamat
Influence of Eccentricity of Drive Mechanisms and Sieve Vibrations
on the Quality of Seed Separation . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 505
Constantin Popa, Adrian Costache, Alina Ovanisof,
and Roxana Alexandra Petre
About the Forces and Moments that Influence the Behavior
of a Friction Pendulum . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 515
Vasile Iancu and Lenuta Cindea
The Influence of the Mesh Element Size on Critical Bending Speeds
of a Rotor in the Finite Element Analysis . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 523
Ion Crâştiu, Dorin Simoiu, Calin Gozman-Pop, Paul Druţa,
and Liviu Bereteu
Contributors
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xvi Contributors
where ν1 and ν2 are Poisson’s coefficients of materials of the contacting bodies, while
E 1 and E 2 are their Young’s modulus.
The approximation of the resulting friction force for circular contact area, based
on extensions of Padé approximants, assuming fully developed sliding and Coulomb
friction model at each point of the contact, has the form [10–13]
vs
T = −μN , (19)
vs2 + bT2 ar2 ω2s + ε2
3 Numerical Simulations
During the presented in this section numerical simulations the following set of
geometrical and mass parameters (corresponding to the experimental stand under
construction) remain constant: m 1 = 4.59 kg, m 2 = 2.41 kg, Ix1 = I y1 =
0.0315 kg m2 , Iz1 = 0.0078 kg m2 , Ix2 = 0.0084 kg m2 , I y2 = 0.0055 kg m2 ,
Iz2 = 0.0038 kg m2 , L 1 = 0.228 m, L 2 = 0.175 m, e1 = 0.122 m, e2 = 0.0586 m
and Rb = 0.025 m. Moreover, we assume g = 9.81 m/s2 . The axes of the Cardan
joints are assumed to be massless, since their masses are partially taken into account
in the mass parameters of the links, i.e. the corresponding masses of the axes are
assumed to move together with the link in which they are mounted. The test simula-
tions performed for two different versions of the pendulum (for the full model with
mass joints and for reduced model with massless swivels) exhibited no significant
differences.
Moreover, we assume the following parameters of the resistance in the joints and
properties of the contact: Mb = 0.04 N m, εb = 0.4 1/s, E 1 = E 2 = 0.01 GPa, ν1 =
ν2 = 0.3, b = 0.5 m−1 s, μ = 0.5, ε = 10−3 1/s (regularization parameter) and bT =
0.681. The last value was obtained based on optimizing the adjustment to the integral
model of friction for circular contact area and Hertzian contact stress distribution.
The parameters of the kinematic driving applied in the subsequent simulations are
as follows: ω0 = 0 rad/s, q = 3 rad/s and Ω = 3 rad/s. The obstacle rotates with
constant angular velocity ω0 = 5 rad/s.
10 J. Awrejcewicz and G. Kudra
Fig. 2 Bifurcation diagrams with position of the obstacle z O3 as a control parameter for bT = 0.681
(a) and bT = 0 (c), along with the corresponding orbits for z O3 = −0.424 m (b—for bT = 0.681,
d—bT = 0)
4 Concluding Remarks
In the works [16, 17] and the present paper, to our knowledge for the first time in
the literature, there is presented an application of special class of reduced models
of tangent contact forces based on approximations of the integral Contensou model
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the taste of my thong, and one of them made an awkward squelsh
into a ditch on receipt, head over heels, immensely to my heart’s
content.
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never printed, and here you have as much of it as I remember, to
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SONG.
Fill a can, let us drink,
For ’tis nonsense to think
Of the cares that may come with to-morrow;
And ’tis folly as big
As the Chancellor’s wig,
To dash present joy with dull sorrow.
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Our life’s but a day,
And ’twere pity that it proved a sad one;
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Our life did begin,
And we’ll close it, brave boys, in a mad one!
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THE COURT CAVE:
A LEGENDARY TALE OF FIFESHIRE.
By Drummond Bruce.
Chapter I.
The stranger set out on his voluntary mission at a rapid pace, and
soon arrived at the house. The door stood open, and he entered with
the careless sauntering air of one entirely indifferent as to the
welcome he might be greeted with. He found Colville seated
apparently in no very pleasant humour, and his daughter, bustling
about among the servant-maidens, wearing on her flushed cheek and
suffused eye undoubted symptoms of the sorrow with which the
morning’s adventure had afflicted her.
“Give you good-e’en, gudeman of Balmeny,” said the stranger,
seating himself, without waiting an invitation, on the bench opposite
Colville.
“The same to you, neebour,” said the landlord, in a tone that had
little of welcome in it.
A few moments’ silence now ensued, Colville evidently waiting
with some impatience for the tidings which the other seemed in no
haste to communicate to him. But this could not last.
“Have you anything to tell, ask, or deliver, friend?” at last said
Colville.
“This bright-e’ed maiden is the bonny lass of Balmeny, I’m
thinking,” was the unreplying answer.
“That is my daughter, truly,” said the landlord, becoming more
and more impatient; “does your coming concern her?”
“That it does,” replied the stranger. “There’s an auld bye word, that
‘foul fish and fair daughters are nae keeping ware.’ This fair May is
the object of my visit; in short, gudeman, I come awooing.”
At the sound of this magnetic word, a universal commotion arose
in the dwelling of Colville. The maiden, who was its object, surveyed
the stranger with indignation and surprise; the servants whispered
and tittered among each other; and Colville seemed for a moment
about to give vent to the feelings of his anger, when the current of his
feelings suddenly changed, and, directing a look of malicious joy to
his daughter, he addressed the stranger—
“Welcome, wooer—welcome. Come, lasses, set meat and drink
before this gentle here; as the auld Earl of Douglas said, ‘It’s ill
arguing between a fu’ man and a fasting.’”
The order was obeyed with great readiness by the serving maidens,
who set before the stranger the household bread and cheese, and a
bicker of no scanty dimensions, containing the reaming ale for which
Scotland has been so long famous. There was a malicious merriment
twinkling from every eye as the scene went on; for all knew well that
the over-strained kindness of the host was soon to be converted into
outrageous and overwhelming abuse of the guest. The stranger,
however, seemed either not to notice or to slight these indications.
He partook heartily of the good cheer set before him, and amused
himself by returning with good-humoured smiles the stolen looks of
the simpering maidens. He looked in vain, however, for Edith, who
had retired from the place.
“And now,” said Colville, who began to think the stranger
somewhat more at ease than he could have wished, “Your name,
wooer?”
“My name?” said the stranger, somewhat embarrassed.
“Ay, your name—all men have a name. Knaves [laying an
emphasis on the word] many.”
“True, gudeman, true. My name, then, is Stuart—James Stuart. I
hope it pleases you?”
“The name is the best in the land,” said the old man, touching his
bonnet. “As to the wearer—hem!—‘a Stuarts are no sib to the king’, ye
ken. What countryman are you?”
“I was born at Stirling,” said the stranger.
“Ay, ay, it may be, it may be,” replied Walter Colville; “but, to bring
the matter to a point, what lands and living hae ye, friend?”
“Sometimes less, sometimes more,” replied the stranger, “as I
happen to be in the giving or the taking humour. At the lowest ebb,
however, I think they are at least worth all that ever called a Colville
master.”
“Faith, and that’s a bauld word, neebour,” cried Colville, bitterly
—“and one that, I’m jalousing, you’ll find it difficult to make gude.”
“At your own time it shall be proved, gudeman; but it is not for
myself I come to woo the bonny lass of Balmeny. I am, thanks to a
wise old man who sits in Windsor, wived already.”
“And who, in Beelzebub’s name, may you be blackfit for?”
demanded Colville, rising in wrath.
“Give your daughter to the youth I shall name, and I will, on her
wedding-day, fill you up one lippie with the red gold, and five
running o’er with silver.”
“Give her! To whom?”
“To one who loves her dearly; and, what is more, is dearly loved in
return, old man.”
“Who is he?” reiterated Colville.
“One who is worthy already of the hand of the best ae daughter of
any laird in Fife; and who, ere to-morrow’s sun sets, will be wealthier
than yourself.”
“Who—who—who is he?” cried the old man, stamping in a
paroxysm of rage.
“Arthur Winton!” said the stranger.
The anger of Colville, when this unpleasing name was uttered,
almost overwhelmed him.
“Out of my doors, you rascally impostor,” at length he was able to
exclaim; “out of my doors! Swith away to the minion who sent you
here, an you would wish not to taste the discipline of the whip, or to
escape being worried by the tykes.”
To the stranger, the anger of the old man, instead of fear, seemed
only to occasion merriment. He laughed so heartily at the violence
into which the rage of his host seduced him, that the tears actually
stood in his eyes—conduct that naturally increased the passion which
it fed on. The servants stood looking on in silent wonder; and Edith,
startled by the noise of the discordant sounds, returned to the place
in wonder and alarm.
An unexpected termination was suddenly put to the scene by the
entrance of Arthur Winton. His cheek was flushed with haste; and he
was so breathless that he could hardly exclaim,—
“Save yourself, sir stranger, by instant flight; the Egyptians have
tracked our path hither, and are pursuing us here with numbers ten
times exceeding those we encountered in the cave.”
“Let them come,” said the stranger, with a smile; “Egyptians
though they be, they cannot eat through stone walls or oaken doors.
We will carouse within while they howl without, and drink the dirige
of their chief.”
Arthur said nothing, but looked doubtingly at Colville.
“And do you really imagine, worthy youth, and no less worthy
blackfit, that I am to have my house sieged, my cattle stolen, and my
corn carried off, to shield you from the consequences of your
drunken brawls? Not I, by the cat of the blessed Bride. Out of my
doors, ye caitiffs,—they can but slay you, and the whittle has crossed
the craig of mony a better fellow than any of ye twasome is likely to
prove. Begone, I say.”
“Nay, my dear father,” said Edith, imploringly, “do not drive them
forth now; the Egyptians are approaching the house—they cannot
escape.”
“And they shall not stay here,” replied the old man, harshly, the
tone of agony in which Edith’s entreaties were uttered recalling all
the bitterness of his feelings against Arthur.
“At least, Walter Colville,” said Arthur, “save this stranger. He
cannot have offended you. It was on my errand he came hither. I will
go forth alone. Perhaps one victim may suffice.”
“Nay, brave youth,” said the stranger, “we go together. Farewell,
old man. You are a Scot, and yet have betrayed your guest. You are a
Colville, and the first of the line that ever turned his back upon a
Stuart at his utmost need.”
The tone and sentiment of these words had a powerful effect on
Walter Colville. A momentary confusion rested on his countenance,
and then, with a smile ill put on, he said,—
“Come, come, sirs; I but joked wi’ ye. Did you really think that
Walter Colville would abandon to his enemy any who have bitten his
bannock, and kissed his cup as you have done? Na, na; here you are
safe while the auld wa’s stand. Sit down. I’ll go above and look out for
the landloupers.”