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, 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 y! ou 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 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 outrageous!!
Hmmmm, you may 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.
