Bike trouble in Bratislava

It's finally happened - we had to spend a day giving our bikes some loving (so they'll cooperate and take us into the mountains of Slovenia). I popped a rear spoke a day before arriving in Vienna, and since we spent 3 days being city tourists and neglecting bike work, my bike retaliated by popping another spoke and refusing to be trued by Tom's sweet bike mechanic skills. Luckily we found an awesome bike shop in Bratislava today - one of those little family joints full of friendliness and random bike parts. 6 hours and much sign language later, we realized my rear wheel and drivetrain had to go, as did Tom's cogs and chain. We are now fully set up and ready to go with new components and tuned up bikes - something my bike probably hasn't seen since it was born 26 years ago. It's an ancient piece of work, but lovable. A group of fancy-pants rich Slovakian doctors passed by the bike shop today and laughed at my bike for a good 10 minutes, but that only makes me love it more. My favourite line from the encounter: "How long have you been in Bratislava? Have you seen our museum yet? Maybe you should visit and see if they would like to buy your bicycle. Hahaha! Hahahaha!" [entire group joins in.] So sassy, these Slovaks. Ah, I love my bike!