The inventor of the Harley- Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died
> > and
> >
> > went to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, "Since you've been
> >
> > such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward
> > is, you can hang out with anyone you want in Heaven."
> >
> > Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said "I want to hang out
> >
> > with God. "
> >
> > St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room and introduced him to God.
> >
> > God recognized Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one who
> > invented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?"
> >
> > Arthur said, "Yep, that's me."
> >
> > God said, "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's
> > pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a
road?"
> >
> > Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally he said, "Excuse me, but
> > aren't You the inventor of woman?"
> >
> > God said, "Yes."
> >
> > "Well," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major
> > design flaws in your invention:
> >
> > 1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusions;
> >
> > 2. It chatters constantly at high speeds;
> >
> > 3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much;
> >
> > 4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust;
> >
> > 5. And the maintenance costs are enormous!
> >
> > "Hmmmmm, you have some good points there," replied God, "hold on."
> >
> > God went to His Celestial super computer, typed in a few words and
> > waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God
> > read it.
> >
> > ?Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,? God said to Arthur
> >
> > but according to these numbers more men are riding my invention than
> >
> > yours?
