Ever get the feeling the world just doesn’t want you to do something? It drops little hints, those small annoyances that you just ignore as part of the adventure. But how many times in one go do you just brush it off as one of those things? A trip up Peddars Way from Thetford to Hunstanton would prove to be one of those trips where the world just dropped a few too many such hints.
On my more scenic route home from work, after a railway crossing, there is a gravel road leading off towards the river somewhere, I’ve looked at it regularly, I wonder where it goes. Now, thanks to the Thompson R9300 Gravel and it’s “take me on an adventure” attitude, I’ve found out. I struggled to find much information about the R9300 online, so for anyone else looking at one, read on. Having now ridden in excess of 1000 miles on the R9300, this post has been updated with my further thoughts.