A bunch of grime clung to the air cleaner there and tried to claim that spot forever. My buddy "steel wool" pushed those plans aside.
The first battle was actually getting the filter off. You would have thought that filter came factory welded after the fire. A simple putty knife and some muscle, (granny muscle really) allowed me to free the filter. Once that was off I scrubbed like crazy with the putty knife again and finished with the steel wool. I really like seeing the clean filter again. It's like seeing a pretty lady (like my wife... *wink*) in a new bra... Gives me just enough to look at to make my blood get excited.
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