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@jonny jeez siad cycling was just a way of life. Transport to and from school, to mates houses, etc.
We would go far afield at weekends looking for differnt places to play our games. I lived in Twickenham and it wasn't unusual for us to ride out to Virginia Waters, Box Hill, Leith Hill or a place called Blacks Pond outside Esher in Surrey.
We had a mixture or bikes, mostly with Sturmy Archer 3 speed gears of just a single freewheel. Later on some of us experimented with cobbling together fixed wheel affairs from bits and pieces found and scrounged. (old bike frames seemed to be everywhere, wheels too)
Crossbars ! Giving a mate, of if you were lucky a girl, a crossbar lift. I don't think I could do it now. I once carried a mate on the crossbar from Twickenham to Blacks Pond. Not up the hill by Kempton Racecourse though, he had to walk that.
Cowhorn handlebars were the rage at one time as were hard nylon orange saddles. Campag 'double clangers' were the stuff of dreams.
My mum and dad bought me a new bike when I was probably 13 or 14 and while it was a lovely Dawes bike with twist grip 3 speed hub gears I was so disappointed that it didn't have what I really wanted which was derailleur gears. It still had masses of use though.
Girls and cars hove into view and cycling was dropped. Only for me to pick it up again in my early 40's.
In fact it was Sanddown Park Racecourse near Esher.