bokchoi
Member
Well, here in the relatively cool temperature city of Edmonton, Alberta, I have discovered the hard way why those around me have continued to bestow their seemingly nonsensical knowledge and omnious warnings on me.
In all my infinite knowledge and wisdom and without much foresight and thought, I went out and purchased a 16oz can of BreakFree CLP, disregarding a few warnings here and there about its long-term effectiveness. After all, no one online had anything bad to say about it... it HAD to be good, right?
Wrong.
Turning off my brain, I decided to clean three of my guns with Breakfree: my Sig 226, my CZ-75B, and my HK P7M8. I found the liberation in using CLP to clean my guns once again; there was no more fear in having soap or water or MPro7 left in all the nooks and crannies of the action, rusting and destroying my precious toys from the insides like some sinister disease. I scrubbed away, knowing that this wonderful cleaning solution would give my guns some magical elixir of immortality and infallibility.
Oh, how wrong I was.
It was only a week since the last cleaning, and I was all ready for my semi-regular range session, smug with content about the day ahead. I opened up my safe to check out my children, slightly questioning the actual requirement of cleaning guns after every range outing...
... and found my answer.
Something sticky on my CZ's trigger caught my immediate attention. Something evil. I reached to retract the slide, and when it took some resistance to move, the dark truth suddenly dawned on me.
The BreakFree had begun to solidify.
Joy. I tried my Sig and HK with same results. What had previously been a layer of oil was now a gummy, sticky mess. I didn't take them out to shoot, but I can say with some confidence that they probably wouldn't have functioned at 100%.
Now, after 3 hours of cleaning, I have been able to get the P7 clean. I gave up on MPro7 as the mess only worked its way into the action enough to freeze up things even more, so I finally just went outside and gave the entire gun a huge blast of GunkOut, one chemical I wish I could live without. I'm now coughing and sniffling from the unhealthy dose of aerosol carcinogen, having learned my valuable lesson:
Stick to FP-10 in Edmonton.
In all my infinite knowledge and wisdom and without much foresight and thought, I went out and purchased a 16oz can of BreakFree CLP, disregarding a few warnings here and there about its long-term effectiveness. After all, no one online had anything bad to say about it... it HAD to be good, right?
Wrong.
Turning off my brain, I decided to clean three of my guns with Breakfree: my Sig 226, my CZ-75B, and my HK P7M8. I found the liberation in using CLP to clean my guns once again; there was no more fear in having soap or water or MPro7 left in all the nooks and crannies of the action, rusting and destroying my precious toys from the insides like some sinister disease. I scrubbed away, knowing that this wonderful cleaning solution would give my guns some magical elixir of immortality and infallibility.
Oh, how wrong I was.
It was only a week since the last cleaning, and I was all ready for my semi-regular range session, smug with content about the day ahead. I opened up my safe to check out my children, slightly questioning the actual requirement of cleaning guns after every range outing...
... and found my answer.
Something sticky on my CZ's trigger caught my immediate attention. Something evil. I reached to retract the slide, and when it took some resistance to move, the dark truth suddenly dawned on me.
The BreakFree had begun to solidify.
Joy. I tried my Sig and HK with same results. What had previously been a layer of oil was now a gummy, sticky mess. I didn't take them out to shoot, but I can say with some confidence that they probably wouldn't have functioned at 100%.
Now, after 3 hours of cleaning, I have been able to get the P7 clean. I gave up on MPro7 as the mess only worked its way into the action enough to freeze up things even more, so I finally just went outside and gave the entire gun a huge blast of GunkOut, one chemical I wish I could live without. I'm now coughing and sniffling from the unhealthy dose of aerosol carcinogen, having learned my valuable lesson:
Stick to FP-10 in Edmonton.