Mature Life Features

. . . 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 grille-to-grille 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.