Born in Royal Leamington Spa, 5 miles south of Kenilworth, but a bit earlier
Rode through almost every one of the towns/villages shown on the films during the mid-late 50s. Baggy ex-army store khaki shorts, cotton shirt, etc. First Sunday ride with a mate - 100 miles on 78" fixed. Suspect I've never equalled the revs going down some of the Cotswold hills flat out. Switched to 5-speed derailleur pretty quickly.
Traffic was as shown, i.e. nearly non-existent except round Straford-on-Avon and some of the Cotswolds' honey-spots like Bourton-on-the-Water
Please excuse me while I pause to wipe tears of nostalgia.
Eee, them were t'days.
Young folk nowadays wi' their fancy 30 speed, carbon fibre, aerodynamic framed machines. They're soft - none o' 'em would face doing a 180-mile Sunday club run on nobbut a few cheese and jam sarnies and a bottle of lemonade after workin' a 92 hour week, getting back from work at 2 o'clock on a sunday mornin' and then settin' off at half past sparrowfart to meet at t'rendezvous 27 miles away. And on a bike med o' gaspipe weighing about 52 pounds.
Nurse, mi bedpan, please