>The inventor of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle
>Corporation, 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 Harley motorcycles, eh?!"
>
>Arthur said, "Ya, that's me..."
>
>God commented, "Well, what's the big deal about
>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. And the maintenance costs are outrageous!!";
>5. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust
>
>"Hmmmm, 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."
Thank you.
