There's a definite advantage to arriving at the campground first, you get to choose the site most likely to satisfy so that's what I did. On the way, just for grins I let my GPS attempt to find the place and as we sailed by the correct off-ramp I figured someone in Garmin-land must have been out to lunch when that particular mapping data was loaded. I had several hours to kill before Mac & Joe arrived so I let it do it's wandering routine for 30 miles at which point it decided to do a u-turn and go back to square one. Knowing there was a faster way I rode back via the correct route and arrived at the KOA all the while listening to the GPS lady yell her head off. I sort of like her in a mysterious way, she reminds me of someone, most likely one of those ladies I've purchased houses for in my past life. Anyway I picked out a site big enough to hold our bikes and gear and not long after that the guys arrived. The tents are set up and laundry is being done after which we'll head out to the local barbecue joint for some manly food and maybe another beer or two.
There were plenty of stories to swap about our misadventures up till now, Mac's rear tire went south with only two thousand miles on it and the spare rim combo won't quite fit on the back of the bike. Not a good deal but at least they were able to pull the new tire off the spare rim and mount it on the regular one, thereby getting back on the road. Tomorrow he'll see if the Ural dealer can do anything about making it fit properly. My Aprilia's fuel dilemma continues, the engine stops dead at the most inopportune moments with little warning. Fortunately it starts right up again so I haven't a clue what's causing it. What the heck, maybe it's not fuel related at all? I still think it is as this morning I filled up and the last 80 miles required 3.5 gallons of precious fossil fuel. The Ural dealer says he'll take a look at it tomorrow and maybe figure something out. Weird Italian bike dragging a Russian sidecar... good luck.