AMSOIL synthetic lubricants are designed to retain their original performance after a reasonable period of time in your garage or storeroom. Proper storage ensures the freshest, most effective products possible.
Most people equate engine wear and deposits with a sudden, catastrophic engine failure that leaves you stranded alongside the road. In reality, wear and deposits are more likely to erode engine power and efficiency over time. Here’s how it works and what you can do about it.
Casual motorists generally take no interest in crawling under their vehicles on a Saturday afternoon. And, when was the last time you heard someone express excitement over dropping their car off at the dealership for maintenance?
If you spend your time racing down muddy trails or forging questionable terrain on your ATV, UTV, dirt bike, off-road truck or snowmobile (well, snowy trails for the latter), AMSOIL Mudslinger is about to be your best friend.
The answer seems simple: probably about five quarts. But, if you drive a small car with a four-cylinder engine, it’s likely closer to four quarts. However, the V-8 engine in your truck could require about seven quarts. My in-laws’ RAM diesel pickup takes 12 quarts of motor oil.
To flush or not to flush. It’s a question whose answer is obvious in the bathroom, but vigorously debated in the garage. Let’s get right to the point. Is an engine flush good or bad?
Most vehicle-restoration projects eventually run into rust. At some point you’ll need to repair rust holes or rusty panels. For starters, it’s unsafe; once rust starts, it tends to spread and eventually weaken the vehicle’s structure. And it looks horrible.
In the simplest terms a hydraulic power system consists of a sump, motor, pump, valves, actuators and hydraulic fluid. This combination can be configured into millions of applications to transfer power and reduce mechanical complexity.
Thanksgiving day, 2016. While my family was gathered in my dining room, imbibing spirits and making merry, I was in the shed disassembling the carburetor on my snowblower, reeking of petroleum as rivers of gasoline flowed under my jacket cuffs and saturated me to the elbows.
