On our way to the apartment in Malta, I dropped my bike into the bike shop that had opened almost next door. Told him what was wrong and between us we weren't hopeful but a few hours later I recieved a call from the bloke who said it was done and off I went to pick it up.
And there it was, my bike all nice and shiney, I asked him how he got it out. He drilled out the bolt but the nut was still in and not budging, so he got a bolt with a big head on it, and used a blow torch to heat up the brake bridge and then whacked the bolt with a huge hammer several time. He then fitted the brake caliper, put in a new cable, adjusted both calipers and gave the pads a roughen up, trued my wheels, cleaned and adjusting my drive train and then gave the bike a quick clean. He actually did a ruddy good job. So I ask him how much, he doesn't anything. I offer him 40 Euros, he puts his hands up in protest, I offer him 10 Euros and he still refused. So I shook his hand and off I went around the block for a quick spin. He really did do a great job.
I brought him a bottle of wine a couple of days later and both myself and TT went in there, only after forcing him did he accept the bottle of wine and even then he was embarrassed, so in return he gave us 4 energy bars. A throughly nice bloke he was.
