The day before I did my very first FNRttC I cleaned and prepared my bike thoroughly, it was spotless and was riding beautifully, I rode to the meeting point safe in the knowledge that my bike was in tip top condition.
Not long after leaving Hyde Park Corner I could hear a buzzing sound from somewhere, couldn’t work out where it was coming from, at various stops I would go over the bike to check but couldn’t work it out.
The noise eventually stopped buzzing and became a rattle, was worse on bad surfaces, at the half way point I had another good look over the bike to no avail. The further we rode the louder it got, it was like a football rattle in my ear.
It wasn’t until I got home the following day after lifting the bike off the bike rack, that my hand touched the tension nut under the Brooks saddle, that bloody nut had been riding up and down the bolt for 70 odd miles driving me insane. Feckin thing.