I have had a great experience with the House of Thunder in Morgan Hill, CA. I was leaving for a trip (next day) to the Southland, and noticed that my rear tire (I eat them :oreally!) was pretty bad. I took the m/c in, and they did the job that same day. Kept me on schedule. This isn't a extravagenza (told you spelling is a weakness of mine) type story, but they were busy, and could have made me wait. They did, however, do it immediately, and I just wanted to thank them here.
On a heavier note, I have a few horror stories about San Jose H-D dealership. I will briefly list one today. I had to have my front tire replaced because I was leaving for Milwaukee, and the 100th party. I picked the m/c up, and drove away. I got on the freeway, and immediately noticed that my front wobbled as I approached 55 (yes I DO ride @ 55 <sometimes>). Turns out that someone "forgot" to tighten the two bolts that hold the axle in on the one side. Pretty scarry, as it could have come right off! I almost $(it in my pants. Dealer was appaled that I was angry. Ok another one (coffee's holding out)
Same dealer different day. Picked up m/c from a "routine" service, and rode to East side of SJ to a bud's house. Left there a few hours later, and proceeded to get on the freeway (always have stuff go down on the freeway/should stick to side streets). Anyway, haulin butt accelerating, when all of a sudden poof! smoke, and like I mean smoke. I thought I'd blown the engine, although there was NO niose involved. OIL EVERYWHERE!!! My pants were soaked; the bike was soaked. Turns out that the mechanic (loose word for this butt-head) didn't "tighten the filter" enough... Yeth! That's what (one guy I know who worked there/not official explaination) they confided in me. I had to tow the bike there (my expense) I had to clean the bike (my expense & Bubba told me that "besides you own a detail shop").

I also had oil dripping for about a month thereafter. I had to detail that bike FIVE times to get it to stop. On a good note, nothing there will ever rust. So kids, if you want to hurt yourseklf, or get abused, take your pride & joy over to those great folks at San Jose Harley-Davidson. I still have more stories, but my coffee ran out; sorry. More sometime later, and I'll bet my time is better spent in positive thinking!
NH
