Check around for an independent shop with a crusty, cranky old guy who knows old British iron. The shop will probably look like hell and smell funny.
Looks like hell and smell funny. You mean a real motorcycle shop? Not these new fangled corporate looking places where nobody knows your name and could not care less. Where you can't go into a shop and talk to a mechanic, er, I mean, technician? Who wouldn't know a BSA from a Bultaco, even if they'd ever heard of one? And charge you like they're running a Mercedes shop?
That's why I got to the shop I go to. The guys know motorcycles, even though they are a modern Triumph dealer, it still smells right and they do know Enfields.
I wouldn't consider taking my bike to the RE dealer down the street for service. I doubt that anyone in there knows anything about Enfields, I know their sales staff doesn't. I'm sure the techs are just as clueless.
I'll stick to my 100 mile round trip as opposed to 8.
Bare