. . . as seen on pre-breakfast bike rides around Gilbert, Arizona, include:
— a shout-out lime-green polyester shirt housing a pony-tailed blond skimming along a side-street sidewalk followed by her beau in black shorts, black T-shirt and black sandals pedaling a black high-handle-barred coaster bike.
— two grill-to-grill pickups plugging up a driveway and blocking half the street while the backed-into-the-drive vehicle sucks battery juice through what look like black straws from the truck with its back to traffic.
— power mowers competing against each other in green swards across the street from on another as landscapers trim bushes and blow leaves into piles before the sun gets angry.
— teens — bored, perched on curbs, chatting in couples, texting or gaming, a few even waving — gathered at school-bus stops.
— school buses boring into traffic without conscience.
— bikers in bike lanes with teeth gritted who rarely wave back as they bust their buttocks to beat their previous times or distances or both.
— assorted dog-walkers of all attitudes and attire with an endless array of breeds and behaviors.
— householders, a few holding their morning coffee, turning on or off their front-yard sprinkler systems.
— young mothers, mostly in vans, dropping their children off at all-day holding tanks.
