September 2002
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Polyester Magic
review by Gus Breiland |
In my humble
opinion, there are 3 types of bikers: First is the type
that is so sick of trying to keep their chromed stallion
clean that they no longer ride the bike unless it is down
the block for a quick root beer on a clear night. Second is the type
that has given up all hope of ever having a clean bike and
just rides it. These people believe that dirt and grime are
functional parts of an engine and if you clean the bike, it
will leak oil and most likely throw a rod. Third is the type
that cleans his bike, continues to ride and is too damn
happy and easy going and should be pushed down just for
being a nice person. We have a product
for all three types this month. It is called the Micro
X-Treme and is pure gold for cleaning off that layer of
dirt, grime, bugs, deer hide, etc. that has turned your once
beautiful motorcycle into a rolling DNA trap. All it takes
is a dampening of the cloth and a little wiping and the next
thing you know that custom paint job starts to shine
through. With a couple of
different testers, each one was amazed at how quickly the
bulk of the crap wipes off of your bike with no soap, just
water and polyester. This is by no means the cure all for
that yellow jacket stuck in the fins of your cylinder or
that corner back by your chain that fills with dirt, grim
and oil. However it is darn close. I would recommend
a couple different rags, one for bodywork and one for motor
detailing. Maybe even one for the top case to take with you
to your next rally. Get it damp, hose yourself down with a
little water and wipe that grime off your face, then get to
work on your bike. You never know when that "Best Rider"
blue ribbon will find its way to your campsite. And as your
mom said "Don't forget to wash behind your ears!" I found mine at
BMW Motorcycles of the Tri-State in Cincinnati Ohio. You
can contact them at 1-800-601-5941. They retail for $15.00
but Tri-State discounts them to $9.95 (as of 8/24/02, this
price is still good) plus shipping. Well worth the call if
you ask me. M.M.M.
For
those of you have ever spent the night in the saddle on a
warm summer's eve trying to get home to your nice soft bed,
I know you dread the thought of getting up and looking at
your ride only to find the front end frosted with all kinds
of entomological treasures.
* This article originally
appeared in the September
2002 issue of Minnesota
Motorcycle Monthly.
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