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 motorcycles,
eh?!" 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 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".
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 motorcycles,
eh?!" 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 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".
