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 a bit 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 suspension
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds
3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about 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'.
