I hate to suggest this, because there's no science to this at all. That's because the idea came from my father--an engineer. You know, the guys that always claim to be right, and if the world would just surrender we could all live in peace and sign "Kumbaya."
The suggestion works for me, and I hate the very idea. I hate engineers!
Buy yourself the biggest can of non-toxic
contact cleaner you can find, the picture is the toxic kind I no longer use.
Detail strip your pistol as far down as you feel comfortable. Go outside to a tree or clothes line and hang up the pieces of your Kimber. Spray them down
until hell won't have it. Then take one of those military toothbrushes and scrub the crap out of it. Then spray it again
until the frakking can is empty.
Then find the slipperiest whale-shit you can find, (I use Tuff-Glide for these chores) lube responsibly, and fire your pistol until your cuticles bleed.
*sigh* Here's why I hate this. My dad told me that often things can be "fixed" by taking them apart, cleaning them, and re-assembling them. There could be a minor piece if grit that has lodged in a crucial area.
No other than Terry Tussey told me I had the cleanest guns he had ever seen!
Sometimes my dad was right.