I love cleaning guns. It is soothing and therapeutic. I become reacquainted with each one. As I disassemble them, I marvel, all over again, at the engineering brilliance behind each part, asking myself, "how did someone think of this"?
After gently cleaning and/or lubeing each piece, inhaling the intoxicating aphrodisiac that is Hoppe's, I reassemble them while thinking, "wow, how fortunate am I that I get to shoot these again". As I tuck them back in their little beds, I look upon them and muse, "soon.....soon".