The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcyle, Arthur Davidson, died
and went to heaven.
At the pearly gates, St Peter told Arthur,
" Since you have 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 said,
" I want to hang out with God "
St Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.
God recognised Arthur and commented,
" Okay, so you were one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcyle ?"
Arthur said , "Yeah, that;s me ..."
" Well, What's the big deal in inventing somehitng that pretty's
unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road ?"
Arthur was apparently embarssed, but finally spoke,
" Excuse me, but aren't you inventor of woman?"
God said, " Ah, yes. "
"Well. " said Arthur, " Professional to Professional, you have
some major flaws in your invention:
1. There's too much inconsistency in front-end protusion;
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 !!!
" Hmmmmmmmmm, you may have some good points there, " replied God,
" Hold on " God went to his Celectial Supercomputer, typed in a few
good words and waited for the results.
The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.
" Well, it maybe be true my invention is flawed, " the Almighty
said to Arthur, " But according to these numbers, more men are
riding my invention than yours :) "