The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle,
ArthurDavidson, 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'.
