Yeah, I know Thumper said “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” But if all you ever say is nice stuff people can start to question your credibility. Not everything is great or terrific or wonderful.

I went up to Loveland this weekend to the Thunder in the Rockies rally put on by Thunder Mountain Harley-Davidson and I have to say I was disappointed. Maybe I’m just jaded from being to the Stugis rally a few weeks ago and the Laughlin River Run back in April. Those are big rallies, with many thousands of bikes and more vendors than you can visit in several days.

Thunder in the Rockies, on the other hand, is nowhere near that big, and I knew not to expect a lot. But I still expected more than I got. They had vendors set up in one location and I was eager to see who was there and what they were hawking. There couldn’t have been more than 20 or 25 booths and that was it. And certainly nothing I had any interest in.

Another draw of this thing was the Full Throttle Saloon, which had brought its operation to town and set up to serve and entertain. Maybe I was just there at the wrong time, but that was no great shakes either. A couple of the sexily dressed barmaids were doing their trademark thing, body shots and such (see the photo) but it really wasn’t much.

The dealership was offering demo rides on new 2011 Harleys, and I did avail myself of a few of those. That was great and I appreciated the opportunity to try out some of these bikes. For me that was the best part. So I rode a few bikes, walked around a little, and left.

Heading home I figured I’d swing by Berthoud to stop at their little museum there and see the Floyd Clymer exhibit they have up. I had received a notice of this and had done my best to give them some promotion when it opened but hadn’t been able to get there myself until now.

Of course I understand that, particularly in these difficult economic times, the budget they had to work with was probably $15. But I still had hoped for and expected more. Floyd was a local boy before he went on to make a name for himself in racing and then in publishing, so it made sense to put up an exhibit about him. Unfortunately, the exhibit consisted of three bikes from the era, none of which had belonged to or been ridden by Floyd, and some print-outs of a few letters Floyd had written about interesting occurrences. Plus a few photos and a photocopy of an old Cycle World article about Floyd. That was it.

I don’t want to come off as critical. The lady who showed me around was super nice and did what she could to make my visit as interesting as possible. But I suspect from her apologies that there wasn’t more–when I hadn’t said a word about disappointment–that she would agree that it just isn’t much. And I do applaud them for doing what they could. But I was disappointed. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.

Ah well, I’m still glad I went to both. I would have felt that I’d missed something if I hadn’t.

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