Julie, hope your saddle is now squeak free.

I remember one summer when I was riding on a gravel road happily pedaling along but my Brooks sprung saddle creaked with each pedal stroke. I was coming upon a group of farmers who were standing in a field with a central figure addressing the crowd with a microphone. He stopped, turned to look at me and one by one the other farmers turned and watched me as I peddled out of sight.