I just bought a dirtbike and its covered in red dirt that has been on if for like a year. I took the motor out and now I need to clean it. In the past I have just used parts cleaner and a brush but its hard to get in the cracks and that isn't working on this either. I could metal brush dremel it but it would take forever and also not be able to get the corners. I was also thinking of masking it off really well and sandblasting it. What would you suggest the best way to clean a red dirt covered motor be?
A rubber ducky and some squirtable cheese
nothing wrong with that. I believe God has a sense of humor. Very funny joke btw. I have one! There was a movie being filmed in Boston and the Catholic church allowed the filmmakers to use the church for dressing and etc. But they reneged on their deal because in the movie was a pizza shop named JESUS CRUST ( I thought it was funny) true story btw!
Funny! Here's mine: Jack was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up toward heaven, he said Lord, take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of my life and give up drinking. Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Jack looked up again and said, Never mind. I found one.
yes it looses its presure over time and you definetly want something for when there is a fire
Too Little, Too Late A guy is at the Pearly Gates, hoping to be admitted, and St. Peter says to the guy, I can't see that you did anything really good in your life, but you never did anything bad either. I tell you what, if you can tell me one really good deed that you did, you're in. So the guy says, Once I was driving down the road and saw a gang of bikers assaulting this poor girl. So I pulled over, got out my car, grabbed a tire iron and walked straight up to the gang's leadera huge ugly guy with a studded leather jacket, bald head but with hair all over his body, and a chain running from his nose to his ear. Undaunted, I ripped the chain out of his nose and ear and smashed him over the head with the tire iron. Then I turned around and, wielding my tire iron, yelled to the rest of them, 'You leave this poor, innocent lady alone! You're all a bunch of sick, deranged animals! Go home before I teach you all a lesson in pain!' Impressed, St. Peter says, Really? I can't seem to find this in your file. When did this happen? Oh, about two minutes ago.
