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Originally Posted by Lee Wireless
Throw the Turkey Baster and any left over fluid away because they will be no good in a short time.
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Or at least make sure your wife doesn't confuse it for a valid kitchen utensil anymore.
Changing the brake fluid saved my teenage life in 1979. I had a '75 Kawasaki S3 (two-stroke triple), and the old fluid came out looking like old coffee. The next day, speeding, I crested the little hill on the GW parkway near DC's National Airport only to see a taxi parked in the road. I grabbed the front disc brake with my usual force and came to a brutally short, but safe, stop with wheel chirping. That was a real brake - something I had never experienced on a motorcycle before.
It may have been something that plain old bleeding would have corrected, but just seeing the crap that had developed in 3-4 years made a believer out of me.