Gas Pump Conversation

Seems like with ever rising gas prices, bringing the scooter to the gas pump for a fill is bringing about something akin to conversations at the water fountain(or coffee maker) in the workplace.
A few weeks ago, right after gas prices went over three bucks a gal, presumably to stay there for the summer, if not forever, a guy with a nicely restored or preserved old Harley was at the next pump.

After I got the seat up, the credit card swiped, and was turning to the gas tank, with the fill nozzle in hand, he turned to me and asked the universal question. "What kind of mileage does that get?"
"About 75 miles per gallon" I answered. "How fast does it go?" was the next question. "I've had it to 65, and that's all she's good for" said I.

"I should get one of those for around town, that's twice the mileage I get", with that the Harley guy smiled and walked into the station to pay.

Yesterday, while getting ready to pump gas, a bearded youger guy with two little girls in tow, who had just finished pumping his gas, walked over from the next lane. Same set of questions, same set of answers.
"I used to ride for a couple years" he said, "but I gave that up on account of them", nodding at the girls.
"If I didn't have them, I'd probably ride again, especially with gas prices like they are." The older of the two girls, probably 8 or 9 years old, rolled her eyes, looked up at him and said "You shouldn't say that. We're right here!" Then, narrowing her eyes, looking up at him, says "What would you want to do with us?"
He laughed, and looking back at me, said "You know what I mean, I have other responsibilities now and have to think about the safety aspects." "Yup, I understand" I said as he turned to walk into the building and I ran my gas tank over.