Arthur Davidson and God

[Bruce Bell]

Harley Davidson

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.