An Easter Bimble

Bunnies at The Empty Nest

I’m a lover of words. I always have been and I probably always will be.

Recently, in one of my on-line groups, when one of the members — Tony — described a motorcycle ride he’d enjoyed with a friend, he said said they’d “had a bimble down to [destination]…”


When I asked Tony what it meant, he said his motorcycle instructor had used that word to describe going out for a ride on the motorbike. Tony is from Doncaster, South Yorkshire, England. Those Brits sure know how to have fun with words.

How can you help but like “bimble”? It’s such a fun little word. Going for a bimble. Bimble about. Feel like a little bimble? Let’s go bimbling. LOL.

Anyway… Hubby and I went for a little bimble yesterday, which just happened to be Easter. The sky was clear and blue and temps were in the low- to mid-60s (F). Perfect riding weather, if you ask me.

Screen shot of the Easter bimble route.


It felt quite good to get out riding. So good, in fact, that I couldn’t be bothered to stop for pictures. Sorry. Sort of.

Hubby was testing a new tracker app. Each one of the blue flags is 10 minutes apart. If you open the map on the Web site, you can click on each flag to get the exact location.

It was lovely, really. We were only gone for a couple of hours, and didn’t cover a huge distance, but it felt GOOD.

When we got home, I took the girls, and my camera, for a little stroll around town.

Window at Designs by Teresa


Daffodils on the lawn of the Warren Green building.


Adorableness at Little Pincushion Studio
Adorableness at Little Pincushion Studio




You know Spring has really arrived when the Forsythia starts blooming.

Forsythia on the lawn of a county office building.


Didn’t I tell you the sky was clear and blue?


I just love Warrenton’s Old Courthouse.


More Forsythia


Art of Linda Hendrickson at Framecraft.


We could have ridden longer and further, except Hubby had really wanted to smoke something yesterday. By something, I mean a pork shoulder/butt. And that means we ended the day with a delicious pulled pork dinner, accompanied by yummy french fries from Five Guys (a brilliant and quick cheat).

Easter just isn’t the same without the kids and grand kids around. But we made the best of it. I hope you and your family had a nice holiday, too.

12 Replies to “An Easter Bimble”

  1. So nice you got out for a nice sunny bimble. I like those rides where we don’t necessarily cover much ground but the riding is nice and we can take our time and enjoy the scenery.

    The forsythia are lovely. Ours are done blooming and are just leafy green now.

    1. You are definitely ahead of us as far as foliage development. My daughter Amy went to the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival yesterday, far north of you, and there were tons of tulips in bloom. Our daffodils have been in bloom less than a week and I haven’t seen a tulip yet.

      I like relaxing, scenic rides, too, but definitely have an itch for a long motorcycle adventure. If only I could decide on a destination.

  2. Ha, bimble… I love it. Yet it might have its limitations: I don’t envision many HOG riders having a bimble. A rumble, sure, but a bimble–I don’t know.

    I hear “bimble” and I picture something low-displacement, like a Vespa, but classic. Or an underbone, like a Honda Super Cub, with a basket on the front, an artificial wicker basket with one of those super-fake, cheesy, plastic flower decorations. And you’re on a gently rolling lane (not a road, mind you, but a lane, narrow) bordered with highly color-saturated, immaculately manicured lawns and tulip beds and sculpted shrubs and, what the hell, a bloomin’ Forsythia or two, and the landscape abounds with those animated critters from Mary Poppins or Snow White, all prancing and bounding and getting along like the food chain ain’t real…

    As newlyweds, my parents spent several years in Germany during my dad’s stint in the military, so they tended to sprinkle in German vocabulary when speaking to us kids. Whenever the sky would get ominously overcast, my mom would say, “It’s dunkel out” (doongkul).

    “Dunkel”, to me, has such a dense, dark sound, perfect for heavy overcast. I love words that sound and feel exactly like their description.

    1. Wow, that’s some imagination! Bimble does sound vintage Vespa-ish. Dunkel is dense and dark. Are you familiar with dunkel beer? Or is it not available in Utah? Your parents were lucky to enjoy Germany together.

      1. There are a few local brewers that produce dunkel beers, but I don’t know how true they are to German dunkels. I tried one of them once and wasn’t take with it–it was a bit nondescript. Now, there is one notable local brewer that does an espresso stout, and I’ll tell ya’, if you’re a fan of stouts (as I am), that’s a brew to brawl for. Unfortunately, they don’t bottle that one: It’s only available (when it’s available) in their pubs, and it does not last long.

        My parents are mighty fond of their memories of Germany. Only occasionally does my dad still lament that they had to sell his precious ’66 Mustang to buy my mom’s passage to the old country… Poor guy. 😀

        1. I’m not usually a fan of the darker beers. To be honest, I don’t think I have tried a dunkel. I like Guiness if I’m in the right mood, but tend mostly toward lighter wheat beers, ales, and lagers.

          That’s sad that your Dad had to sell his car. 🙁

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