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 to 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, "Yeah, that's me...."
God commented: "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 spoke, "Excuse me, but aren't
you the inventor of woman?" God said, " Ah, 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 protrusion
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds
3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble too much
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust
5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!!!!
"Hmmmmm, you may have some good points there," replied God, "hold on." God went
to his Celestial supercomputer, 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
