The Harley Davidson

[Evil Chris]

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 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 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."