I was assigned to TEC duties, so a change of pace from the usual rushing to the front and waywmarking for me. Being in the splendid company of
@ianrauk,
@rb58, and
@Agent Hilda all but guaranteed a pleasant time ahead. Oh.... there was also this dour tall northern person but he didn't manage to spoil things - even though he managed to run into the back of me! [1] Duties seemed to involve avoiding drunken oafs in Woolwich, feeding Ian whisky (Glenfiddich, this time), handing out my Topeak Road Morph (marvellous piece of kit, all TECs should have one), admiring the well oiled efficiency of Ian and Ross fixing the few punctures we had and waiting for
@slowmotion to
stop faffing put his jacket on.
The halfway stop at Strood excelled as always. DZ advised us on the sense of checking tyres for flats before leaving. On leaving, it turned out that someone did have a puncture... slowmo! That fixed, off we went. For about 100 metres. Slowmo again, with bulging tyre. Odd, it was fine when we fixed it. Tyre deflated, thoroughly reseated and carefully pumped up, no bulges, so off we went. Until Rochester, whereupon Slowmotion's tyre decided to let go in style. I was right next to him, and I can attest that it was sodding loud! This time, the tyre did the honourable thing and died with a large gash in the side. Lacking TimO, and his spare tyre and complete toolkit (apart from the anvil, though I do believe
@StuAff carries one in his rucksack

) discussions were had as to whether or not to get out the pearl handled derringer and find a convenient ditch. Luckily for slowmo, Adrian managed to fashion a temporary fix with some duct tape and a tyre boot. It was also lucky for Rochester's midges, who got a free meal. I wonder what they feast on when they can't get Cyclist? I don't think the inner tube was pinched, every time I've done so myself it's gone as soon as I pumped it up, but the tyre wasn't bulging when we'd fixed it both times - possibly the bead was damaged.
In some ways, the ride properly starts after Rochester, when we get into the delightful Kent lanes (well, Sittingbourne excepted), in this case bathed in the light of the very early morning sun. At least, it does for me, that's my favourite part of the ride apart from the lovely dark lanes between Gravesend and Strood. Even better, the torrential rain and biblical storms promised by the Met Office failed to materialise. Breakfast and beer in warm sunshine capped off a wonderful ride. Alas, all too soon it was time to go, but the lure of a £12 ticket back to Brum had been too tempting. I bumped into
@Captain Defect at the station, and Slowmo - well done on making it! And again at Victoria. And again at Hide Park! But yellow tights are hard to miss, aren't they?
There's a reason why Whitstable is perhaps my favourite FNRttC: it always delivers.
[1] Look, I called out "Easy", everyone else had already stopped, what did you think was going to happen, Martin?