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 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 rear ends are too soft and wobble 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."
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