We arrived back at the campsite at 8:30pm, yes 8:30, not 10:30 or midnight. Since there was no electricity we left the headlights on the VFR lit while we got stuff around to get the fire going. They were on maybe three minutes when I guy from across the campground hollers that we need to shut the light off. Seriously? We're keeping you up at 8 flippin 30? Is the entire place supposed to shut down, extinguish fires and lights, climb into our tents and be silent- at 8 flippin 30? But alas, being the kind hearted motorcyclists we are we complied. Though we did burn the fire while we whispered politely. We did drink a beer or two, then left one full so it could leak onto the blankets while we bounced around the next day- you know, just for old time's sake. In the morning we each showered like good boy scouts, waiting patiently while the single shower was vacated so we could stand (not together mind you) on the cold dirty concrete while the tepid and limp stream wetted us, one square inch at a time. After our wet tshirt towels were put away with the rest of our junk we hit the road. I knew VFRboy was going to be in an all fired hurry to get to Fort Smith before his tire flattened again so I suggested he leave as soon as he was ready. So he and Gooseguy took off for the town gas station to fill the tire back up then to take I40 to Fort Smith. 20 or 30 minutes later I left headed for the same dealer where VFR would buy his tire. I got to skip the last 5 miles to town and back that way and therefore I figured I'd be close behind them. I could then help if the tire flattened on the interstate. Worst case I could strap the VFR wheel on the back of Ollie while the rider rode bitch (seemed fitting) on the Guzzi (seemed fitting). I was cruising along I40 30 minutes later watching for bikes on the berm that needed help. When off to the left there arose such a clatter I just had to look to see what was the matter (Christmas cartoon flashback). Here they come, at some speed well over the posted limit of 70 (I have no proof of that occifer, I have no speedometer)- with- a flat rear tire. He later told me it kept the tire "inflated" to ride that speed. I suspect the pressure was the same, but the centrifugal force did keep it expanded- though hot, real hot. But even when off the interstate he rode the darn thing like it was fine, and it was flat as can be. He's not normal... The Yamaha dealer there in Fort Smith was great. They got him right in and fixed him up. And let us other two change our oil in the parking lot. Ollie holds two quarts with no filter, so he was due (hadn't used a bit in 1600 miles so far!). The Guzzi leaked enough that I think he was wasting his time; that oil was cycled regularly anyway. We walked down and got breakfast while they finished the tire. Then we headed to Oklahoma.